A Night Sales, you drink, You were With a Famous type. There was no violence. Nor tenderness. The next day you wake up with the feeling that something was wrong. You don’t know if sex or what was played within it: asymmetrythe speedthe brutality. You weren’t raped, but you weren’t at all there either. That is enough to report? Some will say yes. I don’t.
Imagine now that you are him. You enter in a bathroom With a younger woman, more drunk, weaker. Do what you both want, Or you think. You have fucked in a bathroom – with success, according to your standards. There were no threats, or shouts, or resistance. But the next morning you are news. Then file and prison. Forty square meters of linoleum and terror. You lose freedomhe moneyhe name.
The real conflict can be born from the code vacuum, not just evil.
And that void, when a criminal court judges it, becomes noise: contradictory evidence, partial versions, experts, lawyers, headlines. A clumsy desire raised to the crime category. A misunderstanding turned into a symbol. Perhaps what happened was simply too human to be tried by a penal code.
For decades, the story of women was worth nothing. They were “the crazy people”, “the resentful ones”, “those who had looked for him.” Feminism invested it: now you start by believing. Good. It was time. But like every emotional revolution, we run the risk of making Mass. That “I do believe you” to pass from the policy to criminal dogma. That empathy is confused with the test. And what to think becomes treason.
The Justice cannot be a religion with goddesses and Monsters. You need doubt, complexity, context. And he also needs a landing floor for those stories that do not fit in the mold: neither proven crime or false complaint. Only two people who met and left badly from the match. Both.
And, by the way, not all men are idiots or wild. In fact, in 2025, I do not know anyone who, before a complaint, says “she lies” without nuances, except for some fossil with cognitive deficit. The majority – at least those who have read a book – prefer to say: “We hope to see what the judge says.” And they are right. Better a formed and moderately intelligent judge than Twitter. Better a procedure code than a wi-fi peat. If we renounce that, we return to Somalia.
And then there is the money. That form of freedom that does not appear in the articles of the Constitution. Because justice is blind, yes, but by card Black. Preventive detention should be stratified as taxes. If your monthly rent is 900 euros, a bail of one million is not preventive: it is life imprisonment. Equality to the law? Only if you can pay it.
And us, the others? Well, we were working, fucking, cooking, watching Instagram, thinking about our things while he Dani Alves case It sank like a expensive car in the mud. We saw it how things look right now: sideways. With a mixture of morbidity, haste and tiredness.
The case ended. No one won. No one learned. He will return home with less millions and less life. She, to her name without a name. And the system, to the point in which he has always felt so comfortable.
It is not a tragedy. It is not a victory. It is a procedure.
And it has ended, for now. If there is something firm in all this, it is uncertainty.
