they were seeds

In September, 43 students went missing in Mexico following a clash with police. It later turned out that the police arrested and turned term to some mafia people. Around 70 people have been arrested so far. A couple of days ago, three of the arrested mafia people made a confession that broke Mexico. They said that the 43 kids were loaded in a truck and taken to a dumping site. 15 were already dead of asphyxiation when the opened the door at the site. They shot and killed the rest. Then burned their bodies in a huge pyre and dumped the remains in a river. Thousands are protesting in the streets of Mexico tight now, demanding justice. Their placards read "You buried us, but you didn't know that we were seeds"

Found this message I had sent to a friend some time ago while cleaning up computer. The incident in reference is the 2014 Iguala mass kidnapping. Rest in peace.

“The things we run away from are the ones that will never stop haunting us.”

– Luc

“let him who is without sin cast the first stone.”

– JC

“Do you know what you will get if you put all the gazillion lives that ever lived on this planet into a giant machine and found it’s remainder? Sadness.”

– Luc

“Half the distance to peace is crossed when you extend the first hand.”

– Luc

🔒 storm

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What floated my boat

We spent a week together, touring places and having fun and it was indeed one of the most enjoyable holidays I've had as an adult. Once I was back home and basking in the afterglow of our time together, I realized that of all the things we did, my most treasured experiences were the subtle, unplanned ones. Like holding hands secretly under our bags while in the bus, or the kisses stolen in the elevator.

 

I wish I could say more, but not here, not now.

2015

Are you ever sad that an year has come to an end? I mean, not sad that another year has passed or that you are getting older, instead, just sad that you are going to miss the year – like graduating from school and never seeing it again. I'm. I think I'll miss 2015.