Our being is on fire. Behind the bars we have set ourselves, sometimes even for our own selves.
Our being is on fire. In front of shiny storefronts, between humans who demand nothing. In the workspaces, the consumerist “wants”, in the economy’s suffocating flow. In representation, idleness, the rottenness that eats away the last cells of the social body. In the teaching rooms, in the teachers’ orders, the dreams of capitalist integration. In the boring evenings in front of the talking box, in the “socialising” evenings, in the distribution of whatever lifestyles to all in order to become accepted. In the norms and boxes, in laws, cops and their collaborators. In fear and weakness, in resignations, in self-destructing engagements with whatever soothes the pain born by meaningless life.
Our being is on fire. And we ask nothing from this world and everyone who digs it. We insist, we bleed, we risk for ourselves and for this world’s destruction and wonder if there are others ready to accompany us in the nights of struggle.
Our being is on fire. Decisions are quickened, denials are erected. Another small breath… Until the next one, with no end, now and for ever.
Our being is on fire. For the imprisoned co-warriors, those who acted in the age of the dead. Those who neither regretted nor regret. Those who paid the price for their choices without ever lowering their gaze. Those who dared and who will dare again, who never learned how to kneel.
Our being is on fire. For Polis [Georgiadis] and for Ilias [Nikolaou], whose outlines we are missing. To Polis and to Ilias, who behind walls share with us, and we share with them the same madness, the same bloody awry that allows us free breaths. Even if these words cannot swap their agony and wrath as physical presences next to ours.
Our being is on fire. And we still have a long way to go. It will fuel new attacks and will take whatever retaliation.
Our being is on fire and we simply air it, in this case by torching to the ground the luxury clothing shop Prince Oliver in the center of Thessaloniki.
We don’t stop and for this reason the enemy has already lost. War without a breath.
May the deafening charge to the stars become this society’s death rattle.
Explosive Material
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!!
from a comment on germany.indymedia:
On their announcement they state that this action was in solidarity with Freddy Fuentevilla and Marcelo Villaruel from Chile, Gabriel Pompo da Silva who is imprisoned in Aachen, Ilias Nikolaou, Polykarpos Georgiadis, Charis Chatzimichelakis, Panagiotis Masouras and M.G. and with all people who are under law repression as members of the Conspiracy of the Cells of Fire.
They approached the target with two persons getting in the basement to place the bomb and two others on the street taking care for any possible danger. The exploding mechanism was different this time, also the exploding material which will be the same during the next attacks. The evolution of these techniques came after cooperation with other teams of urban guerrilla. The time that was given to the police authorities to evacuate the area was decided in the 15 minutes because of the mass of police forces around the certain area.
The evacuation time will be given from now on in different chronological periods, related with the police forces around the certain targeted districts. They also state, that their aim is only material damages but not humans and call the police to be on time any time if necessary. Conspiracy of the Cells of Fire also call citizens to be careful with fake phone calls for bomb explosions, so no misunderstood from police’s side will be possible to take place. The announcement ends with the title of the german movie “Die fetten jahre sind vorbei”.