"sensed that history was passing in front of us and gently stroked as the cool breeze of the river ... the spirit of the land was never thought to see this as"
Scalabrini Ortiz
In my short life I have seen few things as beautiful and moving as the people on the street. The people embrace the nation with her singing, embracing every street people with their walk, hugging people dead man with tears that form a sea. But more beautiful still, is to feel that this sea is not dead, but full of hope for which to fight.
There are many people in my country who have learned (had to) to transform pain into battle. Thus, all the flags down one day some thought, those who returned them to lift. Over those years I've read, I have heard and come from two families that were directly experienced by the de facto government and genocide. But I did not live. Of course, this does not change my commitment and my emotion, to the eternal slogan of one anymore, to search for those who are not and in the fight to recover what was stolen and even seek to hide.
So I'll be forever grateful to the education I received, that education serves you for life. It teaches you to never drop our arms of both own and other injustices, to dive without fear among the people as one, has something to fight.
But now, now I feel I am living.
Now, my heart beats at first hand, witnessing and starring in a series of changes dating back several years.
why it hurts so much the loss that we had two days ago. Because I have no doubt that was from the government that things began to improve. This time, I lived it. Because since 2003 have renewed hope. Have been returned to my parents' generation, the dreams that many felt had left long ago. We have been returned belief, young people, to make possible a future worth living. Because beyond that logically are diverse, have turned their ideas, I can hear the hum in the city.
Now I write from emotion, from this bunch of feelings that I have taken over these two days: sadness, pain, fear.
But how nice it is to see the people on the street, how cute is yelling at the usual opportunists that will not go, how nice it is to keep alive the hope that unity is strength, and feel that we will not take a step back anymore.
Gradually, the fear is gone. Nestor
stays in memory and people living with Cristina. Keeping
flags held high because we have a free homeland.
There are many people in my country who have learned (had to) to transform pain into battle. Thus, all the flags down one day some thought, those who returned them to lift. Over those years I've read, I have heard and come from two families that were directly experienced by the de facto government and genocide. But I did not live. Of course, this does not change my commitment and my emotion, to the eternal slogan of one anymore, to search for those who are not and in the fight to recover what was stolen and even seek to hide.
So I'll be forever grateful to the education I received, that education serves you for life. It teaches you to never drop our arms of both own and other injustices, to dive without fear among the people as one, has something to fight.
But now, now I feel I am living.
Now, my heart beats at first hand, witnessing and starring in a series of changes dating back several years.
why it hurts so much the loss that we had two days ago. Because I have no doubt that was from the government that things began to improve. This time, I lived it. Because since 2003 have renewed hope. Have been returned to my parents' generation, the dreams that many felt had left long ago. We have been returned belief, young people, to make possible a future worth living. Because beyond that logically are diverse, have turned their ideas, I can hear the hum in the city.
Now I write from emotion, from this bunch of feelings that I have taken over these two days: sadness, pain, fear.
But how nice it is to see the people on the street, how cute is yelling at the usual opportunists that will not go, how nice it is to keep alive the hope that unity is strength, and feel that we will not take a step back anymore.
Gradually, the fear is gone. Nestor
stays in memory and people living with Cristina. Keeping
flags held high because we have a free homeland.
