The men showed us the clothes. The younger ones “oh” and “ah” touching the flimsy fabrics but the rest of us, the older ones, the ones that remem¬bered, watched the men’s faces. We watched their faces, wondering and remembering the rumours. The rumours of the men watching TV. Most TVs and movies have been destroyed.
We were on the men’s side. The compound that held the science depart¬ment, the cooking department and electrical department were all for the men. We were not allowed to be in here but this was a momentous occa¬sion: the clothes. Our clothes. Designed by these men.