Every night passes like a movie where everything we’ve experienced is projected against the backdrop of the square. Every night that passes here I always leave before we’re left alone, I don’t watch the end.
Tuesday, October 7, some more sad news, another day that leaves us frozen, our comrade, our Christaras, our XR, our eternal street fighter, has gone forever.
Comrade Christos Spilios, a native of the metropolitan youth and the rising anarchist movement, found himself on the just side of the barricade since 1990. He participated continuously and with all his being in every form of struggle, from solidarity with political prisoners, almost always Christaras started ”the passion” as in how many photographic snapshots of chained comrades do we remember his fist accompanying their smile. From militant and street anti-fascism, from the struggles for his beloved Exarchia, to the anti-war mobilizations; in the last two years the Palestinian keffiyeh had become an integral part of his body.
Christos was always here, with his madness, with his smile, and even with his demons that he always eluded.
Christos was always here to pat the shoulder of every comrade when they needed it.
Our Christaras, who every November would start the invitation of our dead comrades and scream Present!!!
So, our Christaras, this November, at your favorite corner of Stournaris and Bouboulinas, we will shout with passion:
CHRISTOS SPILIOS FOR EVER PRESENT!!!
Solidarity Fund for Imprisoned and Persecuted Fighters