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  • "Oh, wow. It's wonderful!"
    "I drew it today. Is the Spanish Revolution."
    "A girl..."
    "Yep! This Revolution! Is a GIRL!"
    "I see...I love it."
    "You take it!", she said. She should be nineteen years old. Twenty?
    It was the 15 of May and that drawing is hanging now over my head, while sleeping.
    This is the first Revolution I see happening outside of me. In the town where I live, whithin the pople that are my friends, inside the soul of my boyfriend.
    The 15 of May 2011 has become The Day Of The Revolution.
    Thousands of people. In the streets, sleeping inside the tents and up to the trees. Resisting to the police.
    Angry.
    Tired.
    Young.
    Old.
    Here we are: Los Indignados.
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