With so many things happening in the country, it seemed fitting to remember one of those many moments when several members of my family and I marched to demand freedom and a more dignified and just life. I don't remember at all when this march was or for whom; I went to many and my memory fails me. But looking at the photo and seeing who I was with, I get a sense of what the moment was like, or at least the events that marked that time.

Many of the marches weren't entirely peaceful, and anyone Venezuelan who was present at those events since 2014 knows this very well. Repression was always present, but in this case, something very comical happened, involving that woman in the photo. She arrived, and we were just like normal, with our flag, wearing white shirts, singing; the vibe was good. However, as always, the National Guard arrived to disperse the crowd and fire rubber bullets and tear gas. We were a little ways away from them, but we still took off running, our legs going as fast as they could, and we forgot that my aunt couldn't keep up with us.

When we were about a block away, maybe a little further, we remembered her. Even her daughter hadn't noticed her at all. It was our other aunt who reminded us of her, so we had to turn back. Thank God a woman took her into her house and she wasn't hurt or anything, but we had a good laugh because we really hadn't noticed her. Everyone ran as best they could, knowing that if anything happened, we'd meet at my house, which was the closest. We apologized and were sorry we hadn't been paying attention. Later, we carried her arm in arm. It was quite an adrenaline rush, but that incident helped us calm our nerves and relieve the tension, and we thought things through more clearly. After that, we told my aunt not to go unless a cousin or someone else was there to carry her.