Exile is sometimes simultaneously both good and bad. Last month has been more on the bad side of my pseudo-exile*. My independence always weighed more than patriotism, though I probably became more patriotic over the years, while becoming so detached from any state that I fought each fight that convinced me to fight for.
As a journalist I witnessed so many movements challenging authority, some won, some were repressed, some died, some changed to the dark side...but I missed the only movement I have always dreamt of, a heterogeneous urban apolitical uprising against injustice, born in my city.
As it grew, I became more anxious and sad that I was not a part of it. The moment I settled down in a place with a job, a man, a dog, and an awesome apartment that was built with so much love and memories, people finally decided to react to the ongoing repression.
I often think that an uprising of that magnitude would happen over here, as it almost did in early 2000, lasted until 2006, and suddenly disappeared in this continent. I fought for indigenous rights, land reform, labor, environment, abortion, gay marriage...Imagine my sense of feeling useless and far when there was a fight that actually was mine.
A wise man told me that it is not what or who you fight for, principals count. Still think he invented this thought because he once went through what i am going through now and wanted to feel better about it.
Over the last 3 weeks i came to accept my situation and i am capable of doing at this moment. Tweeting, writing, and thank god of those Brazilians who started a similar movement right here in my arms reach, i am once again observing a brother/sister who is fighting for rights, and i am here to report on it as i always do.
Hasta la victoria siempre!
Venceremos!
* I am not exiled, yet, it is an unconventional immigration, immigration for education and experience, not for economical reasons. I decided to go back a couple of times, if only something like this happened right then, i probably would have moved back. Kismet! as we say in Turkish, mine seems to be on this side of the hemisphere.

