Translated by Actfrorfreedomnow/boubourAs
“In prison you must shut up. At every humiliating search -‘bend over and cough’-, at every visiting hour the phone turns off and you are there in front of bars -you have so much more to say to them-, you shower in January with freezing water.. while your teeth tremble, you overflow with rage from everywhere. At night you can clearly hear the batons dragging on the wall… these bastards do it, yes the people guards, in order to bust our balls. Behind that is the ‘conform, shut up or else you will hear this ticking till you are fifty’. Yesterday they out a Pakistani in isolation because he complained he has been sleeping on the floor for 5 months. And you must always keep quiet. You see, you observe everything -but you shut up. Day after day… you shut up… step by step… you shut up…
Fuck you guard. Fuck you wanker guard”
if you were born poor in Greece then you are condemned -if you revolt against your fate- to visit a detention centre. If you are an immigrant, if you are found without papers, at the wrong place at the wrong time then it is certain that the state will tip you with some “correction”. About 12.000 prisoners are in this country’s prisons. Sterile cages for souls, awaiting the reintegration to society. And somewhere there piled up, our brothers and sisters. Who took their luck in their ow hands, went against the current -which is only followed by the “dead fish”- and were caught in the web of the enemy, hostages of a war which never ends, as long as there is an oppressor and oppressed.
With these brothers and sisters as well as all the others who fight, we will meet on 31/12, a celebration day for everyone in the world except the prisoners. We will be there to steal even just an image of them. Because the hostage does not see lights, trees, does not receive gifts and even if they do all this, for them it will take the smell of prison, and therefore are not really important. A smell which you think will stay for ever on your skin, you think it will stay in all your possessions and you will eat your soul out to get it off you.
Time in prison seems stagnant… except for some times when the comrades from the “big prison” come under your cell, to the street passing in front of the prison and shout with all the strength… so you dont feel alone… so you dont think they forgot you. The same tomorrow… we will see you comrades up close… as if we have no obstacle between us… as if the day we meet again is not far. We will weave the war plan again… Against the enemy. Always together…
“i heard them coming from down the road. And the closer they came the louder I could hear them. I could feel my eyes burning and I said to myself to not cry now because I wouldn’t see them turn the corner. ‘Comrades’ I shouted and did not recognize my voice. What strength and fright I got when I saw them like an army, a black clad mob shouting chants at me and coming into the space under my cell window. I couldn’t help myself and started crying… I have never cried like this. For 5 minutes the image was gone and I couldn’t see a thing. I wanted to hug them all, one by one.. And the fact that I couldn’t touch them, pissed me off even more.. But, its ok comrades. Its enough you are here. Now I know.. I am not alone..”
Olga, Michalis, Gerasimos, Christos, Giorgos, Polykarpos, Kostas, Alexandros, Rami, Polydoras, Tasos, Theofilos, Babis, Haris and all those who we do not know but fight through the prisons.
CALL FOR GATHERING AT KORIDALLOS PRISONS ON MONDAY 31/12 AT 23.30 AT THE PARK ON GRIGORIOU LAMBRAKI STREET ATHENS.