March 31st, today, a rainy and, literally, dark day in Salvador, is a date to be put behind us forever. Outrageously, the Brazilian military forces called their coup a revolution, and many generations like mine, for example, grew up being indoctrinated that we were living the times of a legitimate movement. Flat bloody lie as Brits would say! Those were dark days and many people and their families, especially those directly involved in the underground fights against the regime, know what they went through. Torture, assassination, no voice, no rights, just darkness. 20 year of darkness which produced wounds that certainly will take generations to heal. I was just a baby, but I do remember my early childhood days in the interior where we barely knew what was going on in big cities like São Paulo and Rio. There was no TV in our house. The radio was also a luxury and censors would never allow the real truth to reach our ears and our minds. They were pretty good at muffling the population's cries. And to disguise their crimes, like Marie Antoniete in France, they gave us, not bread and circus, but football. Those were the times of Garrincha and Pelé, the two most fantastic Brazilian geniuses of the ball ever. And we proudly rooted for them. The military believed we were rooting for them. We were not. Those were dark days. Today, 44 years later, the only thing we would like to revere is the memories of those who perished because of their ideals of a free Brazil, a free country to all of us. They were the real revolutionaries! So, let's leave this date to History. If possible!
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