by Adriana Marin Grez
I had been to Stonehenge before. Never on one of the equinoxes, because even back then, in the early 90s, it had become an incredible tourist attraction and then more curious people went than really people who were attuned to the equinox and the rituals connected with it. But being in England for studying, gave the ideal opportunity to go on a weekend trip. So the first time I went alone. It was a very energetic experience which I do not wish to share with others. But a few months later, a friend from the continent came to visit. We arranged a trip to the area and obviously he wanted to see Stonehenge as well. We took a bus to the location and the sky was grey and ugly. It looked like rain. And obviously, we were not keen on getting soked just as we reached Stonehenge. So we discussed the issue on the bus. He said that it would rain and I could bet on it. And I said, you wait and see, the moment we arrive at the stones, the sun will come out. The sky was really grey and there was logically no way that the sun would make an appearance that day. And so my scientific friend told me. I insisted that no matter how the sky looked, when we arrived in Stonehenge, the sun would come out. We got out of the bus and had just started walking towards the site, as the raindrops started falling. He looked at me rather pleased with himself and confirming with a smirk and a sentence that indeed, women were illogical and men knew better. I just said, you wait until we are at the stones, we are not there yet. And indeed, just as we had our tickets and approached the stones and we could see them, all of a sudden, between all those rain drops and the really nastily grey sky, the sun came out, shining brilliantly yellow, all the while that the sky remained dirty grey and the raindrops kept falling. And my friend walked around murmuring “I don’t believe it. She was right. What a strange place”. It was exactly 12 a.m. He never again debated with me that Stonehenge was indeed a special place. Neither that men knew better than women. Stonehenge made it rather clear, we both knew, just different things, but we could both be right at the same time and with the same value. We were, according to Stonehenge – equal.