For Kyriakos Xymitiris.
December 2024
“Arm yourself and be violent, beautifully violent, until everything explodes. Because, you must remember that any violent action against these promoters of inequality is clearly justified by the centuries of infinite violence they have subjected us to.”
Mauricio Morales
Words are sometimes hopelessly inadequate to describe the state of affairs. There is no word that accurately describes the mental pain that revolutionaries feel when fellow travelers, who together traveled miles in the struggle against the barbarity of power and exploitation from person to person, lose their lives violently. Especially when the thread of life is cut in the most tragic way, in the process of less visible or even completely invisible risks, risks that prepare the ground for an imminent attack on the world of power. But if this one word existed, it should carry in turn the words
Pain, Rage, Revenge…
This October will forever remain in history as another star that went out early, shooting thousands of black arrows into the depths of our souls.
Since October 31, after that cursed explosion on Arcadia Street in Ampelokipi, the world of struggle has been left once again in ruins. Anarchists, communists, fighters, we are reliving the pain of violent separation. We are reliving the sudden shock of realizing that there are fewer of us left in this difficult struggle, losing a bright smile and a tireless and sparkling gaze, which we must realize we will never see again in any amphitheatre, in any demo, in any solidarity bar.
As expected, once again the journalistic media attempt to pilot thought, distorting reality with their own terror scenarios as unofficial press offices of the counter-terrorism. The well-known journalistic pens of the well-paid police editors are back at work as tireless, commissioned spokespersons of the police-ministry, serving the classic communication tactics of the state and the police: Abasement of comrades, terror-mongering scenarios, etc., while all sorts of lackeys of the “counter-“terrorism and the PRO.PRO ministry rush cannibalistically to present a chance tragic moment as their personal success for a better position and a flashy medal.
No matter how much they dirty their mouths, Kyriakos’ own choices and decisions “spoke” about him. Although not much is known about the case yet, one thing is certain. That he left this world attempting to fulfill his own rebellion, his own long-awaited revolution, expecting some explosive blow to the world of power.
So goodbye, Kyriakos
Our struggle is rough and arduous. An uphill climb with few moments of triumph in a sea of misfortunes. But we know that death will not win this time either. We are certain that you are proudly crossing the avenues of revolutionary history. A great bloody avenue that connects Arcadia Street in Athens, with the police academy in Santiago and with Lexington Street in New York. Somewhere there, sitting on your favorite steps, you will write poems with Bruno Filippi, sing lyrics with the punk Mauri, make jokes with Luciano Turtugas, exchange experiences with Giorgos Tsikouris and Maria Azzelloni, and try to explain to Carlo Berg, Arthur Caron, Carl Hansen, and Maria Chavez what anarchy looks like today, 110 years later.
So goodbye, Kyriakos
We knew you so little, yet enough to feel that in the explosion of Arcadia, a piece of our dreams, innocence, and ourselves was lost. Another piece of the many things we have been losing for decades.
But the entire world of struggle today, some with redder eyes, others with a more vacant look, we grit our teeth, bleed our gums and raise our fists and swear that you will not be forgotten. It is our duty and our honour at the same time.
KYRIAKOS XIMITIRIS ALWAYS PRESENT IN OUR HEARTS AND STRUGGLES
Translated by Act for freedom now!