They were more than four hours of concentration, because in vigil we lasted 12 hours. There was half an hour of march, but, an hour or more of repression, between bombs, stones, and persecution.
We spent an hour hidden in the emergency of a health center. Another hour looking for students sheltered for fear of being caught.
When arriving at my house, being 8:00 pm, I am without electricity and without water. A child also arrived at the same time, which accompanied me to climb the nine floors. I summarize my experience of the great activity; and when he arrives at his destination he says: "Thank you, I also wanted to go." Immediately I thanked God the Father for being alive, for having shared moments like these with my friends; and between laughter, fear, uncertainty, confidence and fear; I drained my feelings.
Tomorrow is another day, I must work. Not for my $ 4 per month, but for my country.
Written by Jhon A. Romero.-