To give space to the nameless, faceless and voiceless!
Horror, sadness, rage, anger and a feeling of helplessness, of powerlessness. Short-term flaring up of affects and stirring emotions here, long-lasting, persistent feelings there, and all this before what we call mood, it colors our experience background, it is, so to speak, the primordial layer, the ground of feeling.
It is the global warming, what is called “climate crisis”, as if it would be a temporally manageable crisis and not a generation-spreading world change, before whose foil all further conflicts must be read, because a world-spreading cooperation, a togetherness is demanded.
Instead, horrible wars are raging, the one that touches us in Central Europe for very different reasons in the area of Ukraine, but also in Kurdistan, in Syria, in Yemen, in many regions of Africa. Conflicts in South America, in Asia – basically there is no region of the world where military conflicts are not being waged, which in turn lead to even more horror, grief, anger and rage.
Continue reading Germany, letter from anarchist prisoner Thomas Meyer-Falk
These words travelled by your side from a cell very far from yours. They carry with them, the identically guilty thoughts that crush borders and walls. They carry the same persistence and impatience for the return to the paths of fire. Those thoughts don’t die daily on the iron bars and uninformed figures that separate us. They remain alive accompanying the same necessity for one more consensual plan that will surrender to the fire and gunpower the order and safety of this old world.
in the 17th arrondissement that same evening.
