My people's victory... My country's victory
Last time I wrote to you was on December 17th. 2 days later I was on a flight home :)
It was a nice and a much anticipated 11-day holiday with my family that still wasn't enough to make me forget how I much I missed them.
I really regret not having been able to spend much time with my mother though. Poor she, she was working all the time and I hung out a lil' too much w/ my boyfriend.
On a different note and as a Tunisian, I cannot end this post without telling you about how I lived the Tunisian revolution that's now spreading fast to reach Egypt, Libya, Yemen, Bahrain, Algeria, Morocco, Syria... and even China!
Though I wasn't on-spot due too my studies here in Nantes, France, I tried my best to stay updated and followed the news almost 24h/day despite the fact that I had way too many exams to prepare for. (Thank God everything went well, don't worry :P)
I was watching 3 channels all at the same time! On my computer you had the National TV, Al Jazeera, and Al Arabiya. It was mostly to make sure that my family and friends were ok, given the unrest and insecurity that there were right after Ex-President Ben Ali fled the country.
There have been corrupted cops and unknown Militia stealing, breaking into homes and shops, and shooting innocent people in the streets, from roof tops, rented cars and even stolen ambulances and Police cars! It was the chaos.
I was quite worried especially I got the news that my neighborhood was going through turbulence too.
Besides TV, I had my eyes on Twitter and Facebook for real-time happenings too. But I had to make sure where to get the information from since not everything that was being posted up there was totally true, and even the credible pieces of informations weren't all out there available to the public.
Tunisians were in fact exchanging in private, unpublished messages concerning the sighting and positioning of Militia. Most of this kinda information was secretly transmitted in order to prevent it from being intercepted by the wrong people, which would eventually alert the militia to move to other places and so ruin the Army's plans to catch them.
Ah when I think about it now... It was quite a thrill. :) ... Or in a more serious tense, a historical moment.
It was a moment I deeply regret not having been there to live LIVE, reunite with my people and shout my heart outto celebrate.
A moment where thousands of voices are heard to make one!
But I'm happy for my people's victory, my country's victory!
I'm glad everything's working out for the best.
