I went outside and protested today. I was walking the streets among all those young people with the police behind us. Things seemed not so real, not so ilegal, not so serious. I am a person that doesn't like to break certain rules when it comes to safety. I never ran a red light, until today. The second I put my foot on the zebra crossing it really hit me , the gravity of the situation itself. My heart started racing, I started praying and trying to hold back my tears because we were making history. These days, I have been studying at school about revolutions and war, now I am taking part in them.
