This conflict went on for days, I think it could have even been weeks. We were not working, our job was now the protest.
The first thing we did in the mornings was look to the sky, We could see different smoke stacks of where we knew there was a fight going on. Our internet and phone service was very limited and this was our way of communicating. We had the option of selecting a location and going to that fight or going somewhere new and taking over fresh territory. We fought in different places, we had escalated from a peaceful protest with banners to the physical occupation of territory, to being shot at and sequestered.
I won't go into much more detail regarding what happened every day, I still can't talk about some of the things I did (no one was harmed) The military started shooting bullets and more gas, the had tanks and convoys patrolling, they came into our camps on bikes and took people away, people who are still in prison or have never been seen again. We were getting killed. I worked as a sort of reporter, going from camp to camp taking pictures and talking to people so we knew at a distance that we were still fighting. This went on all over the country and our fight was one of the more peaceful ones, entire towns were set on fire and the government said everything was alright. We were tired, hungry, angry, wounded and emotionally battered, but we kept going.
The most important opposition leader Leopoldo Lopez who had joined our protest in the capital and taken charge, gave himself up and is still in jail today , we think he did this to keep us motivated and keep fighting, but many took this as a loss and gave up.
I often am filled with hatred towards the people who gave up, but we had been through enough. I know understand, I too would have eventually given up. We almost took down a dictator, were so close. Nothing was the same after this, I couldn't go on. I could just make fashion campaigns after this, I felt like I was dying all I had was Susana to keep me strong, I was afraid for our future for our families.
As we were protesting, I had started to look for work, abroad. I think deep own I had a backup plan. We had to sneak more than once into our office so I could go on skype interviews, when we had internet and power as tanks and soldiers bombed and shot outside. I remember that during and interview I was asked about my five year plan and I said I hope to have a later this afternoon plan haha.
I got the job, we left the country, but will never forget that first night, where we took a stand and said "No Más!"where we tried to make the world into a better place.