Visit to the memory museum

After the visit to the museum, I feel really upset about the period of the dictatorship.

Even though, I’ve always known the story, the fact of seeing, reading, listening to all those testimonies of families or people who were tortured, was extremely shocking and breathtaking.

If you ask me to choose something that happened among all those years... I couldn't do it. It is so difficult for me to choose just one or two facts because everything that happened is important, everything that happened needs to be remembered, needs to be felt and heard.

Just imagining Chilean people begging for life, it is just disgusting. I can’t believe how they could do this to us, to our families, to our people, to our history.  

One of the most terrible things that caught my attention in the museum were the letters written by those kids, describing what happened that day and what happened with their parents, where did they take them. It’s really sad. Just imagine yourself at ten years old without a father...and you know he’s dead and you know that the militaries took him away and there was nothing to hide.

It is sad, and causes me anger to realize that I couldn’t do anything against those beasts that caused so much pain and terror in our country. I just can’t believe how they let that happen…. It’s stupid.

But as my mother always says… ‘’You can’t dispute history, you just analyze it and learn it’’

The last thing I’d like to write it’s a Victor Jara’s song called: ‘’Lo único que tengo’’

‘’…Y mis manos son lo único que tengo,

Y mis manos son mi amor y mi sustento…’’

*This part of the song, means just what I couldn’t do to avoid the pain…