My name is Khalil. I am 24 years old. I am an apprentice doctor who loves his country and blogger in his spare time.
Since the announcement of the departure of Ben Ali Bully, my body is buzzing and my tears flow.
This morning, I deserted my job to go shouting "Get out!" to the Ministry of Interior with my compatriots before being gently dispersed with batons 1 meter long and tear gas that does not reach me. My
Tunisia, nothing is as tear that passion that I dedicated you.
Twenty-four year history. Twenty-four readings. Twenty-four years of alienation.
Today, January 14, 2011, I attended and participated in the rebirth of a Tunisian people dying since the rotten system of general and totalitarian Zinochet forbade us to think.
In fifty years, if God allows me the opportunity, I tell my children and my grandchildren the saga of the Tunisian people. I told them every night before going to sleep history of the seller of clementine in a hurry with the sweet name of Mohammed Bouazizi who sacrificed his body with a system of reinforced concrete strong 23 years of repression, nepotism, abuse and despotism ....
All the martyrs are my prophets ... Your blessed blood watered the sacred lands of our country.
The Tunisian people are an example to the world.
One day he decided to remove a dictator at the cost of his life, nothing could be reduced.
Neither live ammunition nor arrests nor tear gas nor deceptive speech ... People
Tunisia, there is no need to declare my love to you I already know that thou hast consciousness.
How many deaths it took before the traitor Ben Ali did to face the facts ... People
Tunisian, you tore your freedom. You are great, you are strong, you're fine, you're smart, you're mature, you're brave.
Ben Ali is no more. Get
head, one is free! Wherever you are, wherever you go, your claims belonging to this people they will know that as long as you wear that nationality that the world envies us, you're a man, a true, a free man and tenacious. People
Tunisian people oppressed people clubbed, dragged through the mud people, a people robbed and violated his dignity, a people terrorized, people stuck, people watched, tortured people ... Arise and mouse you've won, we won!
Tunisian People, my people, I'll cry tonight, tonight I do not sleep tonight I mourn the years of lead, what I mourn our martyrs tonight, tonight I cry for our dignity trampled so many years, Tonight I cry censorship that we inflicted that night I cry searches that required us tonight I cry to thee Tahhan which sold for a fistful of dinars.
Tonight, my joy I cry tonight I cry my battle and that of all Tunisians.
Tonight, I tell you I love you. Tonight, I tell you I'm not afraid of death or tyranny. Tonight, my tears flow. People
Tunisian liberated people, happy people, reckless people, single people, courageous people, exemplary people, people moving.
Tonight I do not want to go. Tonight I want a stick to protect my neighborhood from possible looters who would benefit from a night of chaos to spread hate and fear and ruin our party.
Tomorrow everything will be better, the army is everywhere, but we will be free. A
the finger crossing to France, the States, the despots of the world and all institutions. Our freedom, we have been alone, we must do to anyone. A pure and spontaneous movement born in the streets of sparks on a sacred body.
Tonight Tunisian people, I embrace you. No matter if we die, I experienced the day I saw you free, fresh and filled. Do not worry, you will be back on their feet at the earliest hand dan hand.
Tunisia, I love you ...
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