We become red for anger or embarrassment.
Forty years after abolition of fascism in Portugal, the country is experiencing one of the heaviest moments of its history in Democracy.
In the streets, an exhausted generation staggers, struggling to bear the burden of survival.
There are few young people who still manage to stay in the country, and although they attemp a smile, the melancholy of an uncertain future is clear in their eyes.
Those red eyes are a mixture of indignation and shame, between the apaty of a stagnant economy and the anxiety of a way out that it is not yet clear.