Tunisia in late 2010/early 2011 woke me from my stupor, in a way. I was in junior high school, and didn't really have a cohesive political ideology or anything like that. Watching Tunisians fight and die for their freedom, shouting with audacity at the paucity of the world, made me start to believe that a better world was possible. That maybe we could fight, that we wouldn't have to take all of this sitting down. After that initial awakening, the protests in Egypt and around the Arab world solidified that position, with the Occupy movement in my own country (the States) making capitalism itself the object of my primary ire. Tunisia made me believe in people, and once you start believing in people communism is the logical conclusion. Tunisia will always hold a special place in my heart because of that. الشعب يريد اسقاط النظام الى الابد يا رفيق