It’s afternoon, it’s almost five, when I arrive in front of Palazzo Moroni in Padua. There are already many people, mostly Iranians, who gradually form a human chain, holding each other’s hands. Progressively other demonstrators arrive and the choirs grow. The participants sing to freedom, against dictatorships, against the impositions of the Islamic regime, and obviously for Mahsa and all Iranian women. The slogan “Zan, zendegi, azadi” (زن زندگی آزادی – Woman, life, freedom) reaches up to the sky, and through the streets of Padova flow the Persian songs that have become a symbol of the Iranian revolution.