A day of peace! It's been rough on the streets in San Bavón these past few weeks. There are checkpoints everywhere in the city. Everyone's on edge. The regime is determined to wipe out any resistance ("terrorists"). So people have to wait in line to be searched on their way to work or to the market. There are traffic jams everywhere. Men shouting, dogs barking, and even the occasional gunshot. It's all terrifying.
But today is quiet. I got here quickly without being stopped. People on the streets seemed less agitated, almost normal. Maybe we can all breathe easier now, and this is only the beginning of a new chapter in Anchuria. Can Gabriel come home? Could I leave if I wanted to? Ah, hope, you treacherous friend.