“And in 22 years and six (seven) months that I have been
jailed (and for that reason tortured until unimaginable limits
by “oppressed” “others”). I have said that to be oppressed in
fact does not bring even a radical desire to finish yet what
oppresses us…One needs to have “pride”, dignity, conscience,
hatred and intelligence to wish to face the enemy and all the
until we are all free!
Gabriel is an anarchist who along with another, Jose Fernandez Delgado, escaped from the
brutal F.I.E.S prison system of the Spanish State in 2004. Gabriel and Jose are now residing in
the jails of Germany, after a gun battle with German cops at a checkpoint following their
escape. Gabriel is sentenced to 13 years and Jose to 14. Gabriel has been imprisoned for over
24 years, 14 of which were spent in isolation (he is only 40). What follows is just some of his
Write to Gabriel or Jose at these addresses. (Correct at time of printing)
Gabriel Pombo da Silva Krefelder Str. 251, 52070 Aachen Germany
José Fernandez Delgado Aachenerstr. 47, 53359 Rheinbach Germany
More information is available from the following:
Leeds ABC, PO Box 53, Leeds, LS8 4WP, England
(distributes an interview with Gabriel’s mother along with other high quality anti-prison texts)
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September 29, Vancouver, Coast Salish Territory, (Canada) – A house is squatted for the purposes
of an evening in solidarity with Gabriel and Jose. Later that night several targets including a bank
are attacked. A communiqué claims the attacks in solidarity with Gabriel and Jose.
– A house is squatted for the purposes
of an evening in solidarity with Gabriel and Jose. Later that night several targets including a bank
are attacked. A communiqué claims the attacks in solidarity with Gabriel and Jose.
September 29, Everywhere, Global – “Today the 29th of September is an international day of
solidarity with prisoners in struggle, and more particularly for Gabriel Pombo da Silva and Jose
Fernandez Delgado, anarchist prisoners in Germany. Prison is the clearest expression of this society
based on money, collective stupidity and the imprisonment of deviance (psychiatric, social, sexual).
We struggle from the inside and outside to conquer the freedom which is ours. NOR GUARDS
NOR PRISONS WILL STOP OUR REBELLION! INTERNATIONAL SOLIDARITY!”
October 1, Brussels, Belgium – Attacks on German consulate and BMW dealership. The German
consulate in Brussels was attacked with paint bombs in solidarity with Jose and Gabriel and all the
prisoners in struggle.
October 2, 2007, Brussels, Belgium – A BMW dealership in Brussels was attacked with Molotov
cocktails in solidarity with Gabriel and Jose. At least two vehicles were consumed by flames.
October 9, Buenos Aires, Argentina – “In the cold and damp hours of the morning, some hands
placed an explosive device in a ‘Volkswagen’ dealership located at the intersection of Castro Barros
and Hipolito Hirigoyen streets, in the capital city. In the area were found pamphlets with the
following note: “This morning, we hit the ‘Volkswagen’ dealership. This morning, we demonstrated
our hatred towards the German state that has incarcerated our companions. We demand the
immediate liberation of Gabriel Pombo Da Silva and Jose Fernandez Delgado, who are found in the
extermination centers of the German state, and all the prisoners of the world. Fire to the state, to
capital and its prisons. Free Jose and Gabriel. Revolutionary Black Cells. Kurt Gustav Wilckens
Brigade.” N.B. Kurt Gustav Wilckens was born on the 3th of November 1886 in Germany. As an
anarchist he was active in Germany, the United States and Argentina. In 1922 he decided to hit the
Argentinean lieutenant-colonel Varela who is responsible for the slaughter of 1500 striking land
workers in Patagonia. The 25th of January 1923 he throws a bomb to Varela. The bomb hits both
legs and Varela grasps his sable. Wilckens pulls his revolver and finishes the hangman. He is
arrested and locked up. In the night of 16th of June 1926 Wilckens gets killed in his cell by the
prison guard Perez Millan (member of the Patriotic League).
“And I am not a theoretician companions, but one
of the oppressed, enamored with the freedom (and
liberty) that infects the oppressed with the passion
for a worthy life…
A boy’s story
I know the story of a boy born under the fascist dictatorship. He was
the son of a very poor family who spent his days surrounded by
animals, he was always dirty because he liked to climb trees, explore
caves (where he thought he would find treasures from ancient kings or
pirates) and play at being a red Indian.
One day the artless boy fell from a roof while chasing a coloured
butterfly. When he tried to catch it, he forgot where he was
and…ended up in hospital with a broken jaw. At school the teachers
beat him because he spoke a native language and the dictator did not
like that. Also, whenever he could the boy escaped into the forest
where he was filled with wonder about everything.
One day his parents decided to go away to another country where the
men, women and children were whiter. A country where (his parents
said) they would be able to live more freely, where they could earn
money and get out of poverty, buy a big house and be happy. The
parents said to the boy “there is something called snow in this country,
that is white and cold and falls from the sky for your birthday” The
boy could not understand why he should leave his woods, the
sunshine, the rain, the sea, the rivers, his land…He didn’t understand
what poverty was, perhaps because he didn’t need material things and
he didn’t care about wearing reprises clothes. And he didn’t understand
freedom because he was already free.
At first he was happy to leave his country because he wanted to see the
“snow that falls from the sky for your birthday” as his mother said.
And also because he had never seen “white men and women, very
white with blond hair like gold”… and because he wouldn’t have to go
to school where he had been beaten because he spoke the native
language. This is how the boy went away to the land of the white
people with blond hair like gold and where the snow fell from the sky.
International Day of Solidarity 07
September 28, Montevideo, Uruguay – “In the night of Friday 28th of September the locks of the
Goethe Institute (German cultural institution) and Iberia [Spanish Airlines Company] got sealed.
On the side (of the building) ‘Solidarity with Gabriel and Jose’ and an encircled A was written. “A
small gesture to greet the comrades who made an appeal to solidarity with our imprisoned
September 28, Leuven, Belgium – Several banners with slogans like ‘Against the jails of the State’
and ‘Freedom for All’ were hung at bridges around Leuven. Pupils
put out a banner in solidarity on
‘their’ school building where prisoners of Leuven can see it.
September 28, Castellon, Spain – The imprisoned anarchist comrade Joaquin Garces Villacampa
goes on hunger strike till the 30th of September for the following reasons: “- As a protest against
the aberrant repressive practices against the anarchist comrades Gabriel Pombo da Silva and Jose
Fernandez, prisoners of the German State. – For the abolition of State-Capital, privilege and
domination in the broadest meaning of the word. LONG LIVE FREEDOM – DESTROY PRISON FREE
September 28, Bilbao, Euskadi – About thirty individuals gather at the German Consulate and
distribute pamphlets in solidarity with Gabriel, Jose and all prisoners in struggle. Some enter the
Consulate to make them send a fax to the German Ambassador in Madrid and the German
minister of Foreign Affairs.
September 29, Ghent, Belgium – About 70 people take the streets and demonstrate through the city
centre in solidarity with Gabriel, Jose and all prisoners in struggle. The demo ends in front of the
prison of Ghent. In Brussel several slogans of rage appeared on building like ‘Death to prison and
its world’ at the Hallepoort, ‘Let’s burn prison’ at the Justice Tribunal. Two banners were hung on
the big roads around the centre of Brussels.
September 29, Rheinbach & Aachen, Germany – About 70 comrades gathered at the prisons of
Rheinbach and Aachen, in solidarity with anarchist prisoners Gabriel Pombo da Silva and Jose
Fernandez Delgado.. At Rheinbach, about 200 tennis balls with messages against prison fly over the
wall. In Aachen the comrades outside could hear the shouts of Gabriel Pombo da Silva. A text was
read and distributed to the few people who passed by.
September 29, Zurich, Switzerland – In front of the Bezirksgericht about seventy people gather in
solidarity with Marco, Gabriel, Jose and Mehmet Esiyok. Pamphlets are distributed.
September 29, Madrid, Spain – Three real estate offices in the neighbourhood of Prosperidad get
their locks sealed in solidarity with Gabriel, Jose, Marco and all other prisoners in struggle.
Expropriation is Necessary It was true….the snow fell from the sky for his birthday, the people
were very white, many of them had blond hair like gold and red like
Whatever may be the project you wish to put in practice you will need the “vile metal”… We tomatoes, orange like carrots and brown like chestnuts. They spoke a
live in a capitalist Society-System and we all know that from wage labour, collects and benefit language that was more difficult than that of the dictator. It was a dry,
concerts we will never be able to get enough money to our projects. cutting military language. The people were cold and sad like the snow.
Very soon the boy, the colour of autumn leaves, wanted to go back to
It doesn’t matter whether you are an anarchist developing an activity inside a formal or his country…He didn’t like this place where he didn’t understand the
informal organization, or individually… how many times have you stopped a project because of other children, where the people didn’t look with gentleness in their
lack of funds?…Banks and Jewellery stores are just around waiting for you to become filled eyes, where no smile brightened up this faces.
with courage and expropriate their surplus-value… so you can publish your own books, and But he stayed there and learned the language of the people with the
your propaganda may have a better quality and quantity… so you can rent or buy an old house light hair and skin and with no smile on their lips.
and restore it together with comrades and then convert it in a Social Centre, Ateneu(Meeting
point for Anarchists) or whatever you feel to… The boy grew up and learned the story of his country through the tales
of the political exiles…that is how he knew that his land didn’t belong
It is not so difficult, they are visible, they have schedules, habits, faults… and it is not just to the dictator and his friends but that they had won a war, that they
about the structure… I mean, sometimes we see a Bank or a Jewellery store and we think that had suppressed the revolution and filled this country with blood and
it is not for us, that we are not professionals, that the task is to big for us…Sometimes it is misery…and for that the natives like us were condemned to flee from
enough to follow the Director of the Bank or the Owner of the Jewellery store and spot his one country to another.
hide out… it is the best place to get them…We have to be “harsh”; if you succeed in
psychologically terrorizing him you will avoid doing it physically, but of course a blow in the The boy listened with sadness to the stories of tears, blood and
head at the first moment will open for you the doors of his understanding… Forget things like oppression of the exiled. He knew that they didn’t believe in
“we are anarchists” or why you are doing it, they don’t give a shit… On the other hand they themselves and drank l’eau de feu to forget and began to sing the songs
will get “shit scared” if you talk like a “delinquent” … something like: “look man, give me of the republic, the popular front and the revolution. One day the boy
everything or everyone will be hurt”… “if not tomorrow morning I’ll go with you and my spoke with one of the old combatants defeated by the eau feu and said
colleague stays with your family, if you give me everything now everything will be alright”… to him very seriously, “Don Antonio, I’m going to fight for the
for instance. revolution, I will never forget the songs of the revolution, I am going to
make my life an example of courage and avenge our dead, the tortured
There is no point for being soft with capitalists, as they aren’t with us anyways; you do what and defeated people…I swear to God, Don Antonio:. Don Antonio
you have to do … Tenderness we keep it for when we are among accomplices of revolt or of started to cry with emotion and the boy didn’t understand why this old
love… And violence is for the action, whether it is about expropriating or dynamiting…Let’s man was crying like this, the old man who sang the revolutionary
not get it wrong; at war it is you who make the rules… there is no manual for expropriation, songs. The boy went off alone singing in his native language his fist
everything is imagination, information, plotting and action… clenched, an old revolutionary song..
If you want everything to be “fluent” and “dynamic” and not stuck…move yourself, think, <>
If we don’t want to get stuck and fall into marginality; if what we want is to represent ourselves
That is how the adult-child went back to his country to fight for the and act according to our ideas-desires and passions, we should “move”…Every Social-Political
revolution. After many battles, the adult-child became a boy-man and Movement that gets stuck, corrupts itself; gets fossilized, stops being effective; becomes
was forced to survive twenty years torture without Sunshine, Water, folklore…
Trees and Animals. One day he managed to escape and continued to
struggle and talk of life, love, revolution, and dreams. Locked up once
again, this child-man continues to smile; and his eyes are two black The Revolt
olives with the sun for pupils. And all the (white) men are scared of
him because he doesn’t cry or tremble, he doesn’t want anything of
them. He only wants his smile to be contagious and that his heart give
strength to those children who have forgotten that laughing recompose
The anarchic revolt is already a deed, a reality, a projectuality and a ongoing project… by a
few of us in some areas; united
by projectual affinity, informally and diffusely organised over
choices and that a new world exists for those who look at the rose des
vents with love. And Colorin Colorato this tale is far from finished…. We are the anarchists and social rebels in motion; the ones who had got tired and rebelled over
the state-of-things that constitutes the Existent in all its orders…We are nothing’s “vanguard”;
We only represent ourselves and live our Desires and Passions with full intensity…We assume
our responsibilities with dignity and value; Neither the trials nor the sentences will finish the
revolt… as long as rebellion and rebels against all Authority and Authoritarianism do exist,
there will be tension and conflict over / within the Existent…
The revolt will not stop when the rebel is “unjustly” imprisoned by a bourgeois Tribunal…
Instead the rebel grows before adversity, and it is within it that the rebel gets his / her
character reinforced and where supposed doubts that may exist get converted in irrefutable
certainties; it is here where he understands the murderous and merciless nature of the State
and its screws; it is inside the prison where the rebel gets decisively self-determined.
We sharpen our lives… Anarchy is inevitable.
“anarcho-insurrectionalists”, and / or “anarcho-terrorists”…
For those who label us as “illegalists” we should only remind that all the practices we have
been going through are contemplated in anarchist history… that we are keeping up the
anarchic practices by THE DEEDS and that we pursue the anarchist aim that, by the way, you
will not find either in folklore, nor in legality.
Aesthetics and Ethics
In every Social-Political Movement there exists, or better said, co-exists always with a
referential-group aesthetics, externally showing how the individual is understanding-feelingidentifying
himself in comparison to the other (others).
Aesthetics is a way-form of expressing WHAT and HOW we think-feel to others. By the way
we are dressing, by the way we talk, by the music we are listening to we are saying to others
how and who we are identifying with… We can here remember some movements or groups
that within their aesthetics have been showing us, externally at least, their ideas or condition.
The Hippies, the Punks, the Leftists, the Black Panthers, the typical Worker and the typical
business man with his suit and tie…
We “judge” and are “judged” by the external look or, if you want, we are evaluated-qualified
and vice-versa. Unfortunately, nowadays, aesthetics are nothing but a commercial product, a
pose, nothing really meaningful. A fashion that fits us to deceive WHO IS WHO and WHAT
in this parade, on this “social runway” where we shine with the new model for the occasion
and or season.
This is why we should start reconsidering if the truly important thing for us is TO BE
APPARENT OR TO BE, TO SHOW OFF OR TO DO…Not even when our Aesthetics are
sincere (and not just an image / fashion), is there interest in showing it to others if what we
really want is TO LIVE what we are showing… What for? Why? So the others can know and
see the “militant” we are?. Vanity of the vanities!!
Written From some place of liberty
FROM THE OTHER SIDE
To my comrades and my family: I would have liked to make an end for once and for all to the
deadly weight of prisons, persecutions and evasions… I say this with a burning heart; yet, I fear
that I am obliged to live constantly with a past conditioning the present and the future, which
pushes me always further into a desperate and surrealist situation of tension and confrontation
with all and everything that configures, structures and comprises the world, existence and life
in all its aspects. I cannot, I do not want and I do not have to submit myself anymore to the
dominant logic of those who, during all those years, have tortured my/our
bodies/souls/existence and have pretended to orient/control and regulate me/us on the so
called way of «socialisation-normalisation ».
TO THE OTHERS
You have tortured me/us to unbearable limits; you have broken all your law books of alleged
ethical-moral-political values by the use of your formal-concrete laws/norms/institutions and
representatives… so be it… I would have liked to be able to do things (all things) from a more
relaxed and free situation/perspective…. Nevertheless, not satisfied with taking from me/us 20
YEARS (the supposed limit for the deprivation of freedom under the old criminal code in the
Spanish state, today elevated by the Aznar government to 40 years with retroactive working) of
my/our existence, they also want to take/rob my/our MEMORY-WORD-LIBERTYEVERYTHING…
It is enough!!! Finished with the commandments, the farce, the silence, the
humiliations, the tortures…Today I am FREE (as free as a human being can be who lives exiled
from his land and his loved-ones) and I can SPEAK and ACT… I can sleep with a good
conscience able to at least support/share with all those persons/collectives who just as me have
suffered, suffer and will suffer the VIOLENCE of the STATES-INSTITUTIONSGOVERNMENTS-
LAWS… When the LAWS-NORMS turn into instruments of
VENGEANCE in the hands of the powers that be, there is no other remedy left save to
ignore/despise/denounce and fight them in all their expressions/manifestations… When Rights
serve only the interests and the ambitions of a few, we ourselves are the only ones Left…
Not is not the time for me to explain all the concrete cases ,which show ALL the abuses of
power that have been carried out, are being carried out and will be carried out against us by
the past and coming CONSTITUTIONAL STATE…In the Spanish state, my brothers and
sisters rot in Special Units which were illegal in the beginning, then semi-legal, and later
legal… A regime, the F.I.E.S., C.D.1, in which since its installment (1991), 13 COMRADES in
struggle and rebellion have lost their lives to it; the last one, Paco Ortiz; brother and friend…There is no
We will never rest in peace until you have done away with your military secrets! We will never
cease to scream/express our disgust/rage for your democratic fascism, so that, at the end, you
as well will not sleep peacefully!!!
I know that we are almost alone in this struggle against you and your
institutions/representatives; that the times have changed so that almost nobody cares when
some criminalized persons are driven crazy and die under general or quasi general
indifference…Personally, I am so convinced and in love with FREEDOM, all FREEDOMS, that
I will struggle with all my energy, feelings and passions to (at least try to) change, destroy this
world and create ANOTHER WORLD than the one you have left for us with your
TO THOSE WITH US
I make an appeal to all those people, collectives, organisations and communities who today, in
the 21st century, struggle for more Dignity, Autonomy and FREEDOM… I nourish no hope to
come out-standing out of this « adventure », therefore I would like that I/we in our struggle
against tyranny and tyrants could be a reference and sign of continuity for all persons-groupscollectives
who declare themselves lovers of freedom…I make an appeal to all these journalists
(not to those who are spokespersons for the state) to be courageous, fierce and responsible and
that they enter in these Special Units of Spain, France, Germany, the USA, etc. and see with
their own eyes what I am referring too…
Evidently, I don