My country is known as the bridge of the world and the heart of the universe, the home of the Panama Canal. Throughout the years, I was witness to important events such as the Summit of the Americas. But I had never been this close to these many people, each of them with a different story and background. My week as a volunteer at Harvard Worldmun was an enriching experience. Hundreds of people passed by me hectically. As days passed, I started to learn more about people from all around the world. About passions and obstacles. I met a girl from Venezuela who was moving to Panama after the conference, she asked for asylum. Her family was being persecuted for participating in a protest. My heart broke into a million pieces, the feeling of chills running down my spine had never felt this cold. I participated in numerous protest in my country. I knew what it felt like to believe in a cause so noble that you would be willing to fight tooth and nail for it. …show more content…
My country had been divided in a passionate debate, sexual education had been declared a part of human rights. Additionally, the topic of abortion and female reproductive rights arose. In a country where this did not exist for religious reasons, the youth swarm the streets for days shouting for equality. Many young people were dying. Sexually transmitted diseases went undiagnosed until it was too late – until it led to death. Opponents went to the protests and tried to incite violence. I remember that at sixteen I cried seeing people run, my blood boiled at the injustice, my voice was lost because I had been shouting all day. I was scared to be another statistic in the newspapers because I had the audacity to fight for my country’s advancement. I went home that night shaking, I cried myself to