A NIGHT IN THE PRISON CELL
Death rattles follow one another; blood coming out from the mouth and nose. Pulses drop, the heart stops giving a signal. Kicks on the cell’s door, shouts. For ages we shout to the prison guards to open up – to no avail. The first one to arrive, a cold, cynical, prisoner of his constant fear of prison breaks via staged incidents and the many films that he’s been watching: he flatly refuses to unlock the door. Not even the sight of the bleeding person in a coma touches him. He had, he said, to inform the director first. Another ten minute delay and the heart of Spyros Gardiklis lasts no longer. The gates of the penitentiary house become synonymous to those of the Underworld. There is no stretcher to carry the dead, while it is a well know fact that once the cells are locked up, the medical staff disappear. The counting of the inmates is the final act. Today, Spyros was missing. The rest can only count our dead and some of us swear revenge.
Let’s tear down all prisons.
Goodbye Spyro.
Rural prisons of Kassaveteia, Volos, 4/6/09
Yorgos Voutsis-Vogiatzis
About 30 anarchists with helmets and hoods went into the supermarketnear the university of Saloniki and destroyed the security system! They took the foodstuff from the shelves and also took the moneyfrom the cash desk and burnt it outside the supermarket!nobody arrested!!
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