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In the morning hours of April 19th we attacked with fire the Ministry of Culture in Exarchia. This attack was pitched, because the housing squat of migrants Clandestina , which was evicted in the morning of 18/4, is under the ownership of the Ministry of Culture. That same morning the anarchofeminist squat Cyclopi was evicted as well. A few days ago, the housing migrant squats Azadi, New Babylon and Arachovis 44 (Single Men) were also evicted.

Jasmin und Mandelbäume erblühen aus den Wunden der Kugeln und den Narben der Körper unserer Gefallenen. Die kommenden Samen der Selbstheilung sitzen auf den Ästen und sind bereit, die Lebenshungrigen zu nähren. Gezeichnet in Blut, fließt Bitterkeit aus, wird zu Dünger für die Wut. Die Piniennadeln fallen herunter und umarmen die Ehre, in Verweigerung der Knechtschaft zu leben. Wellen brechen, umarmen die Ehre, im Kampf zu sterben. Gewässer antworten auf den Ruf der Stille, sie verwandeln sich in Feuer und eine Nacht wie der 29. März macht eine heilsame Überschwemmung. Genau dort begleiten unsere toten Freunde jeden unserer Schritte. Genau dort brechen alle unsere Genoss*innen, die fortgegangen sind, Sebastian Oversluij, Lambros Fountas, Mauricio Morales, Spiros Dravilas, Anna Campbell, Dimitris Armakolas, Javier Recabarren, aus der ewigen Zärtlichkeit des Feuer hervor.

The following text is an initiative of debriefing and not a result of a collective work with all the participants. Some of them may even disagree with the style and the concerns of the text. However, it is an attempt to reveal the facts and considerations that define the project.

On the evening of 4th December, we made our attack upon the police border control of Exarchia on Voulgaroktonou street. We came with sticks and bottles flaming, and as they saw us they immediately started to panic and run shouting for help. We struck fear into their hearts and sticks onto their heads, fire engulfed at least two policeman and at least one patrol car was burned. We hunted them and made sure it was a night to remember. We also stole some of their equipment (clubs, shields, helmets). When we left, the street had changed its character, transformed from a quiet suburban street with a police checkpoint to a battleground, a site of victory. They also bleed, and we can make them.