I drove back from San Juan de Pirque this afternoon, and the city smelled worse than usual. It wasn´t a wave of nostalgia that brought tears to my eyes, having spent only a few nights on a mountainside in the country, but tear gas.
Actual tear gas.
It turns out I´ve missed quite the party in my neighbourhood. Students of Colegios in Santiago are protesting for more fund allocation, a story we´re all familiar with. Public education in this country isn´t very good, from what I´ve gathered, and the student´s protest headquarters is about 2 blocks from my house. The carabiñeros (military police,) with their AK-47s, are a little intimidating not to mention the bonfires in the streets.
I´m shedding a single, perfect tear for their plight... Or maybe it´s just the acrid miasma of opression.
3 comments:
wow. sounds fun. sounds like you're having a riot down there. eh? eh? don't worry. i'll punch myself in the groin for that.
i'm sure it felt like a normal day to those who've lived in your new found home for a while. it seems like revolt is pretty common down there. people are getting are hot under the collar pretty much every day right? isn't an uprising south america's version of the sun rising? eh? eh? once again, my groin will be punished for that.
still stock-pilling booze and bones for your return my friend.
wow. sounds fun. sounds like you're having a riot down there. eh? eh? don't worry. i'll punch myself in the groin for that.
i'm sure it felt like a normal day to those who've lived in your new found home for a while. it seems like revolt is pretty common down there. people are getting are hot under the collar pretty much every day right? isn't an uprising south america's version of the sun rising? eh? eh? once again, my groin will be punished for that.
still stock-pilling booze and bones for your return my friend.
carabinero ≠ military police
= regular police, just scarier, angrier, under paid, and with less education than their canadian counterparts
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