Yesterday evening/night, Turkey had perhaps its best, the most convivial festival in its history.
That was the festival of Life. Reclaiming our lives from an elected dictator who ironically thinks he’s God, with his power enough to everything.
Reclaiming our hopes. Excited heartbeats.
It was a crowd of 25.000 people. And many more who couldn’t be there, but sharing the same excitement.
We had the information that the police put jammers around - it was nothing but a proof that the government knew it’s the beginning of Tahrir of Turkey.
In the morning, at 5.00, the police attacked again. Cleared out the Park with panzers, tear gas and brutal force.
Still unclear and not confirmed, but it’s feared that 1 person has been killed by the police. Many wounded.
That was the hours we all took our breath to see what will happen - Would the resistance end, delaying our hopes for the next spring?
The resistance grew. All the drivers supporting it with their horns, hotels opening up for wounded, and even some of the mass media (who are so famous in Turkey with their ability to disinform people on such events) started to broadcast the resistance.
Despite the “working hours”, the group didn’t shrink! And now, there are calls for this evening to gather again - To be 100.000 this time.
People in different cities of Turkey are starting their own “occupy” movements.
Anti-capitalist muslims making calls for all people with justice in their hearts, to come and pray with them in front of the pollice.
People are gathering money to buy food for occupy activists.
Activists organizing to buy tear gas masks - Football fan groups claiming “Give us 100 tear gas masks and we will take the Park back from the police”
The society is standing up, screaming for justice. We feel we’re alive. Again.
After so long time, we feeel the solidarity and its immense power.
That’s an excitement I’ve felt last time in CLimate Change Summit in Copenhagen in 2009, marching to police barricades in arm with people I never saw in my life.
An excitement I’ve been, we all have been yearning for all this time.
Would all that have a “good” end? I do not know, of course. What I do know is that Turkey will not be the same again. Ever.