Today is the 42nd anniversary of the revolution and with those rehearsals about the date I have been thinking a lot on how ir was for me at the time.
I was only 11 . I had to get up at 6h30 a.m. to go to school but that day my mother got a phone call from a friend telling her not to take me to school because there was a revolution. So I spent the morning in bed between my mother and my aunt(we were living together at the time), listening to the news on the radio. They were pretty excited.
I was just happy I did not have to go to school.