September 11th

A sad day for our country, for our story, and for ourselves. This is a day that can't be forgotten, we can't allow oursleves to bury the past behind and pretend that it didn't happen, that it doesn't matter anymore. How can I forget it? Even if I wasn't born in the dictatorship, how can I forget the horrors, the missing ones, the deep sadness in the ones that are still searching for their families? I don't understand how someone can say that this isn't relevant anymore, when there isn't justice yet, when are still bodies that haven't been buried, something so simple like visiting the grave of someone that you loved is not allowed because it was better to make them dissapear. Because the believed in ideals of love and fraternity, and that was dangerous. Dangerous for a system of hate.

Of course we should complain, we should do more than that. We should scream until our throats are sore, because they can't do it anymore. Becuase the state still protects those who kill, those who hate.

In television they are going to speak about the violence of the barricades, the terrible violence againts the police force. Isn't it more violent that we still have the same system that was created in the dictatorship? Isn't it more violent that there are some people who will never come back? I would burn down this whole city if someone that I loved died in the hands of those who betrayed their people.

This affects us, this will always affect us. Not only because it was our own brothers and sisters who died, who were tortured. Because the same system which did that, still pravails.

We can' forget. Building the future and keeping the past alive are one and the same thing.