Reflection Week 3

It is with no small amount of trepidation that I type this. In no small part because I’m not entirely sure I follow the concept of Free just yet.

Free to me has always been a dangerous word. From the days of my childhood where the military dictatorship I lived in took over the bottling factories and began making and selling a soda, that tasted like cola. The name, of course, was Free Cola. Say th...