If he had been alive now, what would he say? Would he be proud? Would he be angry? Devastated at what we have become? Would he call this freedom? Or are we still miles away from it? At the very least we know who we are. But do we, really?
Gat Andres, I’m sorry. It’s your 153rd birthday.
You died at the age of 33. Noone even knows how and where you died. Noone but you and your executioners. Noone even knows where your body is buried.
Gat Andres, I’m sorry.
I know you love this country.
If you were alive today, you’d still die for us despite everything.
You are a patriot unlike most of us.
And for that, I say sorry.