When I Fell Down A Manhole
Day 5 in Spain: the day I fell down a man hole. I am infinitely curious about life - the beautiful and the ugly. This often gets me into trouble. When we went to Barcelona, we happened to go at a time of great social unrest. There is a long history between Catalan and Spain which is difficult to explain over an instagram post. During our visit, Spain's Supreme Court sentenced nine Catalan politicians and activists to jail terms between nine and 13 years for a failed independence bid in 2017. This resulted in both peaceful protests and violent riots. Alisha and Matt retired for the night and Andy was taking a PhD class so I decided to go into the riots by myself. It was an intense experience and while I was careful to not get hit by rubber bullets or rocks, I did not see an open manhole beneath me. Andy tells people he learned to become a “field surgeon” due to my multiple injuries and thank god for that because someone had to tend to the hole in my leg.
(01.02.20)
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