May '88. A month marked by the weight of history. The squares throbbed with a nervousness that was palpable, a shadow lingering over every interaction. Expressions held a mixture of fear, their stories buried beneath the surface. The naïve energy of rebellion contrasted with the immovable grip of control. It was a time of turmoil, where fates were

May '88. A month marked by the weight of history. The alleys echoed with a tension that was palpable, a shadow lingering over every interaction. Faces held a mixture of fear, their stories unspoken beneath the surface. The innocent energy of rebellion contrasted with the unyielding grip of control. It was a time of transformation, where fates were

May '88. A month soaked by the weight of history. The squares echoed with a nervousness that was palpable, a specter lingering over every interaction. Expressions held a mixture of hope, their stories buried beneath the surface. The youthful energy of rebellion mingled with the unyielding grip of control. It was a time of turmoil, where lives were

May '88. A month haunted by the weight of history. The squares throbbed with a nervousness that was palpable, a shadow lingering over every interaction. Faces held a mixture of despair, their stories buried beneath the surface. The naïve energy of rebellion mingled with the unyielding grip of control. It was a time of upheaval, where lives were ch

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