La guerilla

I only heard yesterday about the atentados (aanslagen) of Monday in south DF. It was funny how five different groups of guerilleros all claimed it had been them, who placed them in defence of the people of Oaxaca. Luckily no'one was wounded (and Mom, do not worry they are targeted very well government offices where I will not be).
Carolina tells about two companeros of Chapingo, who both were in the guerilla, one of the ending up in prison (where through all the paper work, it was practically impossible to pay him a visit) and the other choosing the more pacifist road of enthusiast dedication to progressive local governance. However lately, she has been told he works in a petrol station, since "I also have to think of raising my kids".
Can violence ever be the way to justice? When do you have no options left? And what do you sacrifice for your ideals?

Carolina tells me about a darker side of the Zapatistas. The communities where we would go have been part of the Zapatista area, and they were obliged to sell half of their cattle to contribute to the revolution. If one of the villagers did not want to join the Zapatistas he was thrown off his land.
Well, I will certainly get back to this.