Thinking of a world without women is like taking oxygen away from humanity.
They need very little to win — it only depends on where they come from.

Colombia.
Five colleagues invite me to dinner.
Between jokes and side comments, they decide to debunk the myth of the Italian Latin lover.

The conversation slips into sizes, colors, names, and urban legends.
I smile. With women, you smile — but the answer must be perfect:
universal, neutral, unassailable.

The boldest one — often the most fragile — asks me how much pleasure I could offer each of them.
The others turn toward me.

Operational silence.

I answer as if I were reading a ministerial circular:

“It depends on the passport.
I have reached governmental agreements in almost 220 idioms:
the benefit is recognized per document.”

The next day they all show up with four passports each.
Different colors, stamps, glossy covers.
A table full of identities.

Pure feminine magic.

I look at them, smile, and say:

“Thank you for your attention — and I underline attention —
but according to the Calabria Convention of 1965,
ratified by the United Nations in 2020 under Law 2345/20,
passports cannot be combined.

You may choose one per day,
subject to operator availability.

The rest is contraband of benefits.”

Silence.

Then they laugh.

But the rule stands.

Nando