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February 15, 2003
Marching in Seattle reminds me of my first manif in Paris. My first exhilarating experience of being carried by the voices of half a million people. Ouais, Debray, mieux qu’en soixante-huit! My first taste of tear gas and lemons on the Grands Boulevards… And the evening in Athens when Papadopoulos fell: sitting in a cafĂ© and sensing the change in energy, cadence and volume of speech, picking up the trot of those headed toward Syntagma Square but not yet knowing why. I think it was the only time I ever participated in such a celebration…a victory for the “good guys.”