Push the cry against the injustice of this situation, pushing the sound deep, projecting the sound breastplate of disagreement, the denial. Passage in Marseille, I cried Friday night, we screamed between the roundabout and Prado Prefecture, shouted with the others, some others (never enough to cause this) in solidarity with the strike of undocumented migrants. Shouting
our anger, my anger among the other angry, my anger I disagree with all these vile prevailing in the country of France. Shouting
my solidarity in principle with the undocumented immigrant workers courageously strike. Their legitimacy
integral to be here, working here, stay here, you have to scream, we all shouted that and it did me good. Good, physically. Moreover
could improve our cries, technically, in order to make a wall of screams, a chorus shouted something terrible.
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