It 's very quiet in Carthage. A stony silence reigns over the neighborhood. Today is the big day of what many bloggers already are starting to call Tunisia Revolution. We wake up calmly. Today at work was only called the staff "essential." Luckily I'm not one of them. We immediately connected on the Internet to see what has happened in the night. Surfing on our usual pages of facebook friends and Tunisian expatriates like us close and we note that despite the words of the President, is was another night of fire. We read testimonies of doctors who tried to save wounded men to a firearm, even young children. It is revolting. I read the horn played last night were actually machines driven by the regime, but that the Tunisian people are not satisfied and does not believe the promises of the President. Turn up for Facebook to rush several hymns in the city center, to organize and offer rides in the car, given that transport is absent. There fibrillation. We began to burst
head, locked in the house attached to the computer screen waiting for news, browsing through the pages of our Facebook friends. Even children crutch. It 's the third day out of school and they too begin to tire. We decide to leave. We go to the local park with the car. Just around the corner we find that a tank was parked and points to the St.
harbor. To guard the police were accompanied by even more massive than the army. Children do not realize, even joking about the presence of the soldiers. At the park there is only one parent and two Tunisian children. We have fun, the kids run and play. It 's a liberating moment. For a while we forget about everything that's happening. Let's go home and we plunge back into the news tamtam. We have a guest for lunch, which allows us to distract us a bit, but all the attention and 'on the event today. By lunchtime it starts to circulate the first video, the initial estimates, there is talk of several thousand 'people say 50,000. It 's a peaceful demonstration. There are no dead. You start to enjoy an air of victory. I get distracted with a game between children and work a little. Around 17:00, I learn via Skype receive messages from friends that there would be a crowd coming to Carthage that attempts to approach the presidential palace, a few blocks away from home. I look out the window immediately, but all seems calm. Will prove to be a bluff. The government declares state of emergency and curfew early and immediate up at 7 tomorrow. Meanwhile, starting to get the latest news released on the scheme. Apparently some family members try to go out and Trabelsi of Tunisia is a commander refused to allow them on board. The areroporto is closed, as well as the Tunisian airspace even if we learn that shortly after Ben Ali was able to go. Sidi Bou Said friends to see the president of the family boat leaving the port. The family of the President is on the run. Run message "because they and not us?". A Mexican friend of ours tells us that it intends to take the kids and leave tomorrow, but probably will not find the place. We are however convinced that it is better to stay, which take into chaotic situations like that of a flight.
Began to circulate around 18:00 Voice on facebook about a possible coup d'etat or a transitional government. The assumptions and sources contradict each other, until the announcement of the transitional government. Messages appear immediately after the news with joy. Many Remove from your profile picture the black flag of Tunisia, has become the symbol of solidarity among the Internet users to the Tunisian people and the sense of mourning for the dead. E 'victory. The Tunisian people have won.
At 21:00 pm, right after he reassured friends and family, receive news via Facebook that Carrefour, the department store management in one of the daughters of the president is on fire and we expect another night of fire. Other messages refer self-defense, suggesting that the army can not control the territory. You begin to feel isolated shots. We try to put the kids to bed, but we're a little nervous. I read the favor of Snow White, but I'm nervous. Edward makes me questions, requests spiagazioni history, but I'm in a hurry, I'd love you adormentassero quickly. Raphael does not want to hear it to sleep. Beginning to get scared. It 's the first time since the beginning of the movement. I try to calm myself, I try to sleep at Raphael's stretch out a hand on his chest and start to pray. Look out the window and smelled something burning like fire new shots. After sleeping with my wife, I hasten to prepare for the worst. Lock it all the doors of the house, do we do the bag with the essential documents, clothing at your fingertips, all in the event of a possible escape, just in case.
We are preparing to go to bed and open the computer and facebook, our only source of information. We start to chat with friends. We update each other about what's happening in the various districts. We understand that in reality the targets are not private homes, but the shops are owned by the president and occasional gunshots that are almost everywhere, because obviously there are people who break the curfew. The burning smell probably comes from the Monoprix supermarket near his home and shooting from the adjacent neighborhood. Let's hear helicopters, and we read in the meantime that the same happens in other neighborhoods. The army seems to at least present. We can not do is pretend nothing and go to sleep. It will be a long night. The children are sleeping while the knowledge of everything. Another shot.
