Not so long ago i remember freedom. The freedom to play out on the streets with no problem and not being scared. It had being eleven or thirteen years, i don't remember now. As i look my father form the window i remember all of those moments from my childhood. Father was talking to one of the neighbors, i couldn't hear a thing until he came in to the kitchen talking to mother, i went to the kitchen fast thinking that it would be another little (or big) gossip from the neighborhood. Father sat down at the table just when i walked in. Then he talked to both of us. I couldn't believe those words he was saying and the explanation he gave. We were going to close our lovely neighborhood to be more secure, because now a days violence had took over the entire city. It was all over the news; newspaper, television, radio, everybody was talking about the violence, not only locally but also international. Saying this big bad things about the city that had watch me grow up for now a long time, saying that it was the most violent city of the whole word. Maybe all the neighbors got scared of that, or maybe it was because last week they stole two cars six houses down mine. Next week there was gonna be a meeting, a meeting to get together, organize and starting taking away freedom to be secure in a way.
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