These days, with deep sorrow and bitterness, we went to the cemetery to say goodbye to the body of an anarchist comrade who died in a work accident.
An explosive device was unable to keep him away from all of us 13 years ago, when it exploded while he was installing it.
He survived, despite the severity of his injuries, and spent more than 80 days in hospital, fighting to stay alive. His body was left with deep mutilations and scars… and he kept fighting. He faced a trial, media exposure to the point of exhaustion, was convicted and kept fighting.
He stole 13 years from death and in that time he built various projects, spaces, libraries, activities, did and undid, got closer to comrades, distanced himself from others, but an accident at work separated Tortuga from all of us.