Mysterious "403: Forbidden" when trying to post a status
This is on the develop branch.
Try posting a status with this exact content. I can reproduce it every time:
https://youtu.be/72Md_DypqRE?t=490
I.S.: Why not? Are we not listening to you?
A.O.: Because look at me, I have been 40 years, 40 years, like this lady [the woman sitting next to her in the talk show]: I could not go near a window. I have had to wear the collars here (up). If I approached a window to lower the blind and by chance a man has passed by, a man, and has looked at me... because I have been petite but I have not been ugly, now is when I am ugly and sick and I am not worth a "duro", as he says. I'm not worth a "duro".
I.S.: Come on. Do not say that.
A.O.: But I've been pretty. They (random men) would look at me and he would say "what is that guy looking at you about? Who do you think you are? Does he know you? Have you slept with him yet?"
So then I asked his permission: I asked his permission to tell my mother if she wanted to wash my clothes, at least the biggest ones, the sheets and stuff, and I would put the panties and all that stuff somewhere else. And I talk to my mother (and she says) "yes daughter, bring the sheets, I'll wash them and you take them home every week."
Well, my mother-in-law went with her daughter to a "matanza" [pig slaughter. In some places it is/was like a small festivity], and I tell my father-in-law
"Dad, I'm going to get the sheets from my mother's house"
"Ok, daughter, go then"
"And the kid?"
"He's in the workshop".
The workshop was the space that they had turned into a workshop. I tell him "look kid, I'm going to get the sheets from my mother's house." Well very good.
I run down the street for the sheets, there are no buses from where I lived, I lived in the Haza Grande, if someone is listening to me and knows what Granada is like, I had to go down to Elvira Street to get the sheets. I had to walk there. I got to my house; my mother already had the sheets folded and everything. I took my sheets, I went up to my house, I got home and I said to my father-in-law:
"Dad, I'm here. And the kid? "
"In the workshop"
I go into the workshop and say "Kid, I'm already here." He did not answer me. He didn't answer me. He slapped me like *the one they gave the Lord* [He slapped her very hard]. I didn't know where that came from. I screamed because I thought that he had broken my face from the blow he had given me.
Well, when I yelled, of course, my father-in-law got up "What's wrong? What's going on?" I told him "Dad, ask your son to see what I have done, I think I have not done anything to him."
His father went and told him that he had never laid a hand on his mother and that he did not have to hit me and gave his son two slaps. And I... I felt sorry for him, even though he had hit me, I was sorry that his father hit him two slaps, and I said "Dad don't hit him, Dad don't hit him." Well, when he got tired, and everything calmed down, I went and asked him for forgiveness. And do you know what he did to me? Spit in my face. I apologized because he had his father hit him because of me, and he spat in my face.
Well, another day his mother comes and his father tells her what had happened and she told him that he did not have to interfere in our marriage, neither when he gave me a slap nor when he gave me a kiss. Well, after that what I had were not slaps, were beatings. I had my hair around here, on my mid back, and all he did was grabbing me by the hair, hitting me against the wall, making my face like that (very swollen), my face like that. And I could not breathe, I could not speak, because I did not know how to speak, because I was illiterate, because I was a lump, because I was not worth a "duro"... That has been going for 40 years.
Then my children began to be born... I have had eleven children. In "la cuarentena" I no longer saw anything ["La cuarentena" is the puerperium, the time your body needs to heal after giving birth and that lasts between 6 and 8 weeks. She is saying that just after giving birth he would hit her and make her face so swollen that she couldn't see]. I already had my belly up [I'm not sure about what she wanted to say with this. It could be that she was about to vomit from the fear, or something else], because he came drunk... he came dru nk, he beat me up, because "that glass was like that and the glass didn't have to be like that, it had to be upside down." If the chair was here, the chair didn't have to be here, it had to be somewhere else. I was already getting beaten.
https://youtu.be/72Md_DypqRE?t=739
I don't know what in here is causing it. It's under 5000 characters. I've tried a few times.
There's a thread with more info here: https://spinster.xyz/objects/6ae5ae1e-2e4b-4026-b130-1f0f36e2f1c0