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Fuego
It is another one of those days. You hear guns blasting in the street, you hear someone screaming, a pause of silence.. the cycle will continue for hours, you will need to hide behind every corner, wait, fear in your heart, rage for the way you are forced to live in.
It should not have come to this, to the fire, to the disaster. What are friends anymore? Who was starving is now sided with the Oppressor, enlisted when they found out they would have been granted a meal a day.
You.. you need to fight to find a meal nowadays, to bring home some hope, some joy. You worry every single day that you will find bullet holes on the walls of your home, and find more slaughter.
But, what else is there? They've taken away everything from your life. They've ruined this peaceful country. Now you need to worry about the "ethnicity" of your neighbor and remember that he is your enemy because he will betray you at your first wrong glance.
But you fight. In your little, you keep the Fire alive. This flame in your soul never ceases to surrender. Every action you take today will be part of the fight, every hand you shake, every thrown rock, you force your way towards the salvation of your Country.