Oh My Word...
Yesterday was Friday. March 15th. Day of the first global march to wake up our society to take action to prevent global warming. My son is in primary school, I was planning to lead him to my local town where a FridaysForFuture march was organised. Except they planned it at 6pm, and by then I had a migraine, and I felt awful to skip this chance to make a difference with others who care. I thought the march was going to be small. I thought the students taking part in it would have been few. I thought me taking part in it would be essential in affirming a stronger participation. That they needed me because the movement is still small. I was wrong! I was so wrong. Tears came to my eyes when AT LAST! I saw the first images streaming through, from Oxford, from a forest in Kenya, from a village in India, from Milan, Verona, of course Stockholm, Berlin and so on... Yesterday felt like a new dawn! I had not felt this amount of hope in a long time, since I started to become preoccupied wit...
