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Rising for our Humanity

It’s 9pm. The King has spoken. On every balcony, silhouettes appear, banging with all their might on pots and pans. The deafening noise fills the streets and rises up into the humid night. I am briefly transported back in time to Buenos Aires, 2002, the time of the cazerolazos, when our meetings were routinely interrupted by the same metallic melody.…