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I also hate the logic of the slaves who feel that submission is a form of atonement for their suffering. I know that
very few are those who will escape from this labyrinth. I
think that there are thousands of pages of history where
revolutionaries try to carve escape routes, to show the
thread of Ariadne. I conclude that it’s probably pointless
because those who escape do not follow a trodden path,
they simply listen to the beat of their hearts.
I take a deep breath in order to return to prison. Here my
clock has frozen for good. I can say that it has been completely disorientated and the reference points have been
lost together with any hope for something significant.
Even so, I have found the way, even if temporarily, to
break the ice and listen to it for a few minutes of the
hour. It is the moment I go out to the yard and put on my
headphones to listen to music.
There lies the secret that puts in motion, my plans unfold
in front my eyes, images, thoughts and emotions dance
to the rhythm of music. I will limit myself to describing them in one word. Revenge. I know that they cannot keep me here for ever. I also know that many would
have had the same thoughts with as me and then limited
themselves to a constant postponement. I do not worry,
besides every step is a small insult to the statistics of the
theoreticians of life.
I swear to myself that every threat will become action,
they will pay, they will pay. For the organized paranoia
they offer us, for every day of captivity, for every correctional insult to our individuality, for every year of
prison they will throw at us, for every good morning we
say to the people we love through a fucking payphone,
for every goodnight said with a shaking voice with the
sunset in the backround between the mountains, behind
the barbed wire. And when that moment comes I will
laugh, when terror visits their houses uninvited. I will
laugh and no one will be able to stop me.
The hate inside me grows day by day, it becomes a
fire and hides in my guts. For a moment I dream that
I become a dragon and sit on the highest peak of the
mountain seen from the yard. Just before the raid this irrational monster decides to act rationally, like anarchist
bombers who warn about the explosion of their rage, it
takes only its friends on its wings and places them on
the peak.
 You must not miss this show, it tells them.
Immediately it opens its wings, stands above the prison
and unleashes the fire which has burning inside it for so
long, over the rotten structure, its sad residents and the
“honest” workers. Then it returns to the highest peak

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where it had left its friends and watches the fire which
as a faithful ally, completes its work.
The 8 o’clock news bulletins spoke of a tragic account
and blind violence.
Everyone rushed to compete in the contest of the most
unequivocal condemnation.
But there were exceptions. There were those have felt
the roar of slow death under their skin, the oppression of human feelings, the nightmare of the extended
captivity that will accompany them every day. It was
those who in the morning woke up with a big smile.
And from every corner of the earth hundreds of voices repeated simultaneously.
FIRE TO THE PRISONS
“If I were wind I would become a storm, if I were fire I
would burn the world, if I were water I would become
an impetuous torrent to drown it, if I were a god I would
send it to hell, if I were christ I would behead all christians, if I were a feeling I would flood the people with
rage, if I were a gun I would go off against my enemies,
if I were a dream I would become a nightmare, if I were
hope I would burn inside the souls of the insurgents like
a flaming barricade.”
For now, I send all my love to those who arm themselves
with dreams in order to fight the civilization of authority. With the urge to escape together with their clock
from the world of order and go on to attack our oppressors, with all means.
Now and always!
Attack the social machine!
Long Live Anarchy!

Nikos Romanos
Avlona prisons
November 2013

[ 1. In Greece, prison legislation provides that the sentence
must be carried out at 3/5 in order to demand a release under conditions. Moreover, this figure takes into account the
fact that one day of prison labor is counted as 2 or 2.5 days
of imprisonment (dependi