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starting  again after two months of strike and sit-in


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I think the things will be a lot different now (at least in our generation) , because the girls have moved the floor to a lot of violent dynamics in work and in human relationships in general,  giving an example that will stay in the mind of all of us.

Now, in answer to the manifestations, strikes and the sit-in, the ICEI is comitted  in working tables, and there's the negotiation going on.

Talking about the suspension of lavor to the people who is acussed of violence against classmates or teachers or servants,  taking care of separating the spaces between complainant  and the acussed, and a lot o different point that make a change in the protocols, and it makes a big difference, making the violence go backwards and the community change his ideas in general.

in the future I think the things will be better  because this feminism "wave" has made a great difference, taking the topic of the violence against women to a lot of spaces, not only the university and the campus, has bring the topic to the school  and the work and the street, etc.

This movement has evean work has an evaluation to all of us, especially to  to the men (like me), working as an evaluation and putting us in front of our privileges in a patriarcal system build to us (men) , full of violence and terrible dynamics, and start to think about change it to. 

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