Diaries of 68+1 (Chapter 1)

A  student, surely one of those who said we are the 99% in Wall Street movement. Those who have seen him can remember him like this: a young man with messy medium length hair and a tidy outfit but an unshaved face. And a lovely voice specially in pronouncing some words. Seemed like he put his tongue close to his palate . But he only heard one person. The one who was saying: “We didn't say why, so we are responsible and maybe a little bit defendant.” She was one of the ordinary girls that cried: “Today we forget ‘me’ to create the movement.” “I am not Rupert Murdoch’s daughter to become important. I scream, I shout to be heard, because non of us owns a media.” The young student of Economics was just looking.