And the spirit of revolution will not die while the hearts of these workers continue to beat.
My hands shook and my heart pounded wildly. The air was filled with a sudden high-pitched whine, and a brown cloud of dust dimmed my field of vision.
But before my transfer came through I fell ill. Heart and stomach both broke down, and I was sent back to hospital in Strassburg.
The revolution is like a vessel filled with the pulsating heartbeat of millions of working people.