I went out into the streets on Thursday, January 8. The further we went, the more people there were. At first we were on the sidewalks, then gradually we merged to take over the entire street. To begin with, no one was chanting; it was as if we were all waiting for the crowd to grow larger. Suddenly, about two rows ahead of us, a woman around 60 years old shouted, “Death to the dictator,” and all of us joined in.