A semester of two months

This is not so terrible. Not for me. Or yes? I am not sure. We lived six months of class, of learning, but other type of learning. The class were in the roads, parks, meetings, and the test were with the dumb and the skunk . And what we won? We are the champions my friends? No, never. They are the champions. For this time. But we won a big experience of fight, experience in organization, and this is a big work advanced for the student movement and the critique stance of society. But Piñera said: nothing is free in this life. And now we are studyng between the pascual trees, the sonora of Tomy Rey like soundtrak, and the roast duks falling. The semester of “paro” is now in “paro”, the semester of “paro” ends. But the semester of the constant fight, the construction for the new world and the human liberation continue for the rest of our lives.