For Kyriakos

How many conversations about the rebellion did we not have time to finish, how many friendly glances did we lose but also how many disagreements did we leave half way? Look, something happened that I never expected, you probably got tired of talking sitting on that step and decided to get up and never sit down again. It seems you heard the footsteps of the rebels and decided to follow them into the fire. You too took the step into History, along with all those romantic souls who chose to attack the horrible world of bosses, without fear of death, only with the beauty of violence.

And now all those frightened petit bourgeois, with their awful morals, will start talking hatefully about you because you escaped the future that awaits anyone who doesn’t break the chains of their lot. From now on, however, you will make them tremble because from a room there in Ampelokipoi a noise was heard so loud that it was able to break forever the quiet of social peace. They will try to bury you under the rubble of social oblivion but you will escape them once again on the paths of freedom.

The void of your loss seems huge right now, but whatever it is, it will be filled by all those moments you gave to those who knew you. It will be filled with all the words we wrote together for some text. It will be filled with all those moments when you came late to some of the meetings that we probably set early. It will be filled with all those times you bridged our differences so we could go down the road together. It will be filled with all those moments when we were side by side on some demo and you calmed our fears.

So we close our eyes to remember your face and then we see your smile, and we realize that it looks like all those rebels who looked death in the face because they were sure of the life they lived. And it is strange how much your look is similar, it will probably be because you know that this world does not work for us and you are smiling at us because you made the decision to change it. That’s probably how Ravachol must have been smiling as he walked towards the guillotine singing. That is probably why the smile of all those who cannot and will never be able to live a life like slaves should look like this.

But remember that one day we will destroy this rotten world of power and those who hear the sound of its crash will know that you also participated in its destruction.

Goodbye comrade, goodbye friend, we will miss your smile, but we will carry it with us forever on the roads of fire…

For Anarchy
Fire to the world of power