FROM: This Is Our Job
The session began with the following statement read by comrade Christos Tsakalos:
A few days ago, some exceptional news transformed the slow death of prison into a sign of life.
In Italy, our brothers and sisters from the Olga Cell of the Informal Anarchist Federation/International Revolutionary Front rewarded Roberto Adinolfi—head of nuclear energy company Ansaldo Nucleare—with three bullets in his legs. An enemy fell to the ground and a marvelous beacon of war dawned.
At this very moment, black-clad messengers of destruction are continuing to carry the flame of anarchy in the most faraway places.
They are our brothers and sisters from the Bolivian Informal Anarchist Federation, who tirelessly attack the frozen immobility of social death. This time, they placed an explosive device at a business that imports Renault cars from France.
We have some ugly news for this world’s law-abiding citizens.
For all of you who hide behind your very sober neckties, who work in your sterile offices, who live shut away in your stylish apartments, who wear your expressionless masks, who lie down in the mediocrity of your desires and sleep through borrowed dreams.
Your world is a guillotine that murders life.
Your ideals are concealed within your well-fed bellies and your empty hearts.
This society massacres our freedom, while your soldiers lock us up in your prisons, far away from our brothers and sisters.
But we can still hear their voices.
They are the conspirators of the Informal Anarchist Federation/International Revolutionary Front and the anarchists of praxis of the Black International, who emerge from the unknown and set thousands of fires to society’s peaceful dream.
They are our brothers and sisters. When they laugh they have stars in their eyes, and when they cry their tears become thorns, bullets, dynamite, and stones.
They are all of us who have chosen to inhabit the extremes. They are all of us who have no country and whose home is the sky and the stars.
They are all of us who destroy with a laugh and set fires with a song.
And power will die, the state will die, society will die.
Because only outside the limits of every compliance, every obligation, every rule, and every society can autonomous individualities exist who are nourished by the fire and chaos of an unyielding spirit.
Long live our brothers and sisters in the Olga Cell.
Long live our brothers and sisters in the Informal Anarchist Federation/International Revolutionary Front.
—Imprisoned members cell of the Fire Cells Conspiracy
