text:  It is like this word of Damocles hanging over the city's head. There's more injustice when it comes to memory. No one wants to talk about it. It makes me feel bad, but I get it. The city's tired, and the wait has been too long. I am the kind of person who doesn't lose hope, otherwise I wouldn't be here. I turned 78 a few days ago. In other words, I haven't given up.