Athens, Greece. In two thousand kilometers away. A nearly bankrupt Greek government and an economy that no longer works. On the advice of the European Union towards the ruling Socialist Party calls for a number of economic measures and restructuring. The ministers swear it is "blood, sweat and tears" needed, but "it is the only option". Roads, ports, airports, borders, factories, railways, ... were regularly blocked since January, blocked by those who know they are the ones who will pay the price. Demonstrations followed by demonstrations and not one politician manages to calm the protest and to channel. Severe riots with the insurgency units of the police are held regularly, and hundreds of destructive acts of arson and bomb attacks directed towards their destructive power of the state structures and the economy, towards all manifestations of authority.
"blood, sweat and tears." While the police into it proceeds in increasingly violent demonstrations in the manner in any gathering, the bones and arms of hundreds of people breaking, flows at the dawn of the 12th March 2010 deadly blood. A police patrol caught two anarchist comrades / companions in how they want to steal a car. After an exchange of fire, creates it to escape a comrade / companion, while the other is, Lambros Foundas, fatally injured. Critical verwunded, he tried to flee yet, but is caught by the police and bled to death before their eyes. Lámbrous Foundas was 35 years old and for years in the fight against all forms of authority, alone or with some friends, and with other oppressed and rebels. He fought with all the weapons, which he considers relevant: with pen and paper, stone and fire, barricades and demonstrations, firearms and grenades. Revolt was the rhythm of his breath, as it was the freedom that made his heart beat. That is why we will not forget him, even if we it may not have known. That is why his death can only accelerate our breath, gasping for the air of life and the way to freedom on the uprising opening.
mountain ranges and big rivers, vast prairies and the arid soil of the former Yugoslavia separate us from Greece. But everywhere in Europe and here in Belgium, the government suspects that something is going. Do they feel that it "could be" that "possible" would be that their citizens suddenly shake off the yoke of his resignation and cease to accept? Everywhere it is increasingly clear that more and more people are thrown overboard. It is no coincidence that The cops are now using the trigger faster and in a resolute way that a new integrated center will be built and seven new prisons are built. You can protect yourself against even the "possibility" of anger.
It can make us afraid. be beaten in fear of prisons, in fear of the cops in fear by the balls of the power to die, in fear of losing the little bit that we can call ours. However, from a certain point you have to suspend the question: to spend your life on your knees, used and thrown away by the function of the economy and control, crushed by the social hierarchy, was killed by the endless queues, the routine of eating, sleeping or working ... one life to live in the freedom of your heart beat up to a collision against all authority out and you can reach for your hand all the weapons to attack them.
Nothing can be guaranteed, anything is possible. The revolt is spreading in Greece more and more was unthinkable a few years ago beinhahe. Politicians and journalists do not know any longer what they want to use the wrong words in order to bring silent. Because the language of revolt is not in the belly of the state was fabricated, but by refusing any longer pulled through the mud to be. Let us internalize this language, let her vocabulary and study their grammar, they let us use our own dialect to create.
It is time to transform the paralyzing attitude that "focus too much on the ocean of submission and resignation." No longer to see this reality, this seemingly constant repetition of the same this as the horizon, but to see what lies behind it - against the unpredictable ways.
It's time to whip up some smoldering fire.
Some anarchists.
This text was also published in the fortnightly anarchist journal Hors Service (terminating), No. 3, 22 March 2010, Belgium.
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