After all the day remembering, what we all lived together a year ago. The same thing that for other it is still a big lie.
Feeling again as rage grows hard within me. An angry direct consequence of lying and injustice.
Now at the end of the day. I have not known how to find any better way to take from my soul, these feelings in which I do not feel recognized that sharing this photograph with you.
She is Elena, she is eighty-seven years old. Her knees are too old and too tired, but her mind is clear. A year ago such a day as today, she left home. Supported with her cane and holding her daughter’s hand. She went to the polling station, and she voted
She is Elena, she is my mother-in-law, she has lived so many lives and she knows where to find the truth.