My parents went to a demonstration against the Revolution yesterday. As usual, the people who attended the protest met with a disproportionate and repressive police forces; that were throwing away so many tear gas bombs that we are starting to think on tear gas bombs as an indefinite resource of our nation. In the meantime, just blocks away from the chaos, the government supporters were marching like a perfect mass of red ants without any police force available to take them out of the streets. While my parents were running away from the tear gas, they found an awkward scene at one of the parallel streets: a policeman, "fat and scared" (as described by my mom) was walking in the opposite direction.He stopped for a minute and told my mom: "lady, I’m sorry…I just need the job... but I don't not agree with this... I'm going home". The explosions were sounding non stop and the gas was starting to leave that nasty feeling in the throat, but for a minute, my mom did not felt sad or angry. Her heart was restored thanks to that little dose of hope, expressed in that policeman disagreement and determination. Maybe there are more guys like him, throwing the bombs and feeling ashamed of themselves, screaming inside "I don't agree with this!". Things could be different, if they dare (and we all too) to say it out loud.
About the picture: Taken from the Venezuelan news portal www.noticias24.com. You can see more images of yesterday protest here