To be a guest at an international hotel, one of this big gorgeous, fully equipped hotels with 24/7 guest assistance is making me always feel strange. The reason is quite easy, I am not usually a guest at five-star-high-security-profile-hotels.

Colours, physicality, laughs, this women are the bright side of  Pakistan. Their bodies are telling stories that go beyond sorrow, pain, uncertainty. As always life is something that cannot fit into a single frame. It is like looking at a mosaic, recognising the pattern that link one piece to another and  while the big scene is getting shaped, understanding how rich is the texture.

Pakistan, precisely Islamabad. I arrived two days ago, despite the cyclone Perth I landed on Sunday morning. A person was waiting for me. A small van took me and drive me in front of the Fort Knox of all hotels. A huge white building with a security system that has not exception. 

I walked the door and entered a 1000 nights environment. We, my friends, colleagues and companions are here for a feminist tech exchange using digital story, a means for voicing our diversity and advocate for our freedoms. Yes, the small, every day freedoms that are very often denied.

We arrived from different part of the world: south africa, cambodia, philippines, bosnia herzegovina and pakistan: karachi, lahore, islamabad. We are here to learn from each other, to use the power of new technologies for the transformation of ourselves, individuals, activist and citizens of the global village and the transformation of the ones around us. We talk about violence against women, we names things, we talk about been safe and having safe spaces. And it's at this point that the paradox of security hit me.