Honestly this class was pretty rough. It was made clear that the subject matter was of a nature that need to be handled sensitively, and in a specific mindset that was ready for it, but time and time again reading accounts of torture and just general monstrosity just became almost… Read more“Self Reflection”
Looking back over all of it, I feel like my life has been stolen from me. I lived briefly, excited, at the point of hope for a few years, in the arms of something greater, and spent the rest of it alone, waiting first for the boot to get off… Read more“Final Avatar Reflection”
Good. I know people wanted convictions, and I feel for them. But this is all I wanted. As Chaplin said, as long as men die, liberty will never perish.
That poison of a man. He was faking. The way he stood from his wheelchair in perfect health. He is a snake with pale drooping skin. I don’t know what I want, vengeance, justice, if I can even want, when really, I suffered relatively little, but not this. This is… Read more“March 3rd, 2000”
I am glad that they added more senators, and that the Communists can participate in the government if they want. I can say that. I can’t say I have faith in Alywin, in fact, really after all these years he finally got what his party wanted from the coup, Allende… Read more“March 11th, 1990”
This is good. This is better than nothing. I will tell myself this over and over again until I feel it. And I’m beginning to. The thought of being free from Pinochet is uplifting. Now the elections will start, and I’m almost considering volunteering.
The protests have died out. Pinochet has not fallen. I am not exactly surprised and now we put our only hope in a process set entirely against us. The NO ads are well done, I will give them that, and they bring I smile to my face when I see… Read more“October 1987”
The street is moving again, it has been ever since things got even worse. The marches and the barricades are back and for the first time in a while I go out and stay out longer than I have to. It doesn’t feel the same though. The connection with others… Read more“September 1985”
Once again diary, it has been a while. It is no longer the case that I am kept from you by the flood of happening around me. Now it is just that the pen is heavy and drags down my fingers. I no longer have a job. I have a… Read more“January 1976”
I apologize, diary, for leaving like empty like this for these past years. The urge to record history is admittedly a bit lacking when one is, if I let myself say this, in the process of making it. When Allende was elected I moved to Santiago, not because of politics,… Read more“October 1st 1973”