“ I saw his teeth and the cheeky grin with which he foretold history. I felt his handshake and, like a distant murmur, his formal goodbye. The night, folding in at contact with his words, overtook me again, enveloping me within it. But despite his words, I now knew.. I knew that when the great guiding spirit cleaves humanity into two antagonistic halves, I would be with the people. I know this, I see it printed in the night sky that I, eclectic dissembler of doctrine and psychoanalyst of dogma, howling like one possessed, will assault the barricades or the trenches, will take my bloodstained weapon and, consumed with fury, slaughter any enemy who falls into my hands. And I see, as if a great exhaustion smothers this fresh revolution, I see myself, immolated in the genuine revolution, the great equalizer of individual will, proclaiming the ultimate ‘meaculpa’. I feel my nostrils dilate, savouring the acrid smell of gunpowder and blood, of the enemy’s death; I steel my body, ready to do battle, and prepare myself to be a sacred space within which the bestial howl of the triumphant proletariat can resound with new energy and new hope… ”

- Ernesto 'Che' Guevara de la Serna, “The Motorcycle Diaries”