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“Freedom!” they cry, their words echoing through the streets. “Freedom!” they shout, like it is the only word they are capable of pronouncing. But what does it mean to be free? Does it mean to live in complete anarchy, to abandon all laws and standards and create utopia? Is it the freedom of the speech, the freedom to be ourselves? No one really knows what all of us mean by “freedom”. But you can sing along if you want.
Suddenly aware of the hollow sound that my footsteps made on the cobblestones, I slipped into an opening in the wall and held my breath and wished for all the sound to be gone. Complete silence. The heat of the fires on the street burned my will to think and all my emotions blurred until there was only one that I was really aware of. Fear. I needed to run, I needed to find shelter somewhere and I needed to get away and to run and to flee and –. My thoughts were not clear anymore and when the shouting was gradually coming closer, I realised something. I needed to go up. Slowly, my mind was going mad and my heart was throbbing in my throat. The ladder against one of the buildings was what saved me, I like to think. Gradually, I became very conscious of my own actions. Putting one foot in front of the other, grabbing the sports of the ladder and lifting my feet, it all seemed strange, like I was watching someone trying to do something in slow-motion in a movie. Within what seemed minutes, my horizon was enlarged once again. Here, on top of the world, I did not feel part of it. Once, I had felt one with the people around me, but when I looked down, all I saw was chaos. Men and women alike, clothes ripped apart by malevolent hands. Burning flags and likewise, burning men, running down the streets, throwing their hands up in the air, their pupils widened by the ecstasy of the uproar. Children, unsure of what this was all about, holding the hands of their mothers and mimicking their movements. Clenched fists attacking the wind, smacking the evil that no one could even visualize. Madmen demolishing the buildings with bleedings hands and sweaty arms. And all the while, I was up here, gazing over the crowd, the harsh sun burning my skin. I could not think. My mind had been taken over by the deafening screams of the mass. As I felt my legs becoming too weak to support my weight, I dropped on my knees. My vision went black and the only thing that I was capable of understanding; the one thing that continuously bashed my skull was that one word.