"The day"

After October 18, it is clear that something changed in the society of this “country at the end of the world”. The first days was a duality between hope and uncertainty, between fear and courage, between hate and joy. I think we all grew a little, we met our neighbors more closely and we got involved with our community.

Really trying to express the accumulation of emotions that have been felt in full bloom is complex and practically impossible. Nervousness and anxiety have been further accentuated, especially during the first weeks. Although I often didn't want to go out, because I was tired or terribly anxious, I managed to organize with my neighbors and go to activities near my house. Most days I went to Dignity Plaza, where, frankly, I felt afraid of dying.

Yes, I was struck by pellets. I have aspirated pepper gas. I have experienced repression.I had to take bigger shelter: The goggles and the anti-gas mask acquired at free fairs have been great allies.

My family and my boyfriend have been indispensable in everything it is to resist. I can always find affection and containment after long days of agitation (Clearly they can also find it in me). I must admit, there are nights in which my dream has been frightened of so much fear: My friends and my boyfriend can go to Dignity Plaza and never see me again. There is also the possibility that they will not come back.

Well, I think that only I have talked how I feel and the fear that I have felt, but I also want to talk about what I hope will happen. I’ll be quick: While I have supported the motions for a Constituent Assembly, I believe that the current disputes in the face of the crisis of political-legitimacy must not pass through the State, but rather through the community.

*Teacher, the Word "shelter" is ok in that context?