Our life is
pointless panting
at pre-programmed strikes
stooges and patrol cars.
That’s why I’m telling you.
Next time they’ll let us have it
we shouldn’t run. We should hold our line.
Let’s not sell our asses so cheap, man.
Don’t. It’s raining. Gimme a smoke.
Katerina Gogou ( Κ. Γώγου)
Voices and screams resound from inside the cells, behind the walls and barbed wire. Flocks of birds and warplanes fly over the prisons. No matter how much the morbidity of the times wants us to bow down, there will always be something stronger, the ability to respond with sparkling eyes, the stubbornness of those who fight for a more beautiful world, the fire that burns inside us and refuses to go out.
On 11/10 an explosive device is placed in a police investigation van. Local and not only media shoot with relevant articles. At the end of October, I am informed by my friends that there is a strong and constant presence of plain clothes police in the area where I live. At the same time, information about a 16-year-old boy being beaten up by a student fascist group in a neighbouring village is circulating. I was out of Messolonghi at that time and I returned with the aim of meeting the boy in person, to open up the matter and find ways to face it.
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