In love with Prosfygika.
A storyteller, witness of history, Bookchinite and liberatory technologist. Educator, writer, constructor.
Unemployable urban poor who works for humanity unpaid and lives on donations.
Not affiliated with any official political group. Lives in Greece, in a metaphorical barrel, emitting strange sounds (mostly over the Internet).
Sometimes happens to turn stories into reality.
Tech-wise: infrastructure freak. Hopelessly fascinated with material engineering.
Website: Freelab -- researching freedom since 2012
[Links to original documents at the bottom of the post]
From an official statement of GARE squat assembly
On Wednesday 24/5. squat Gare was targeted by persons organized in the mafia. At noon, during clashes with the riot police which were taking place in the area around Exarchia sq., there was a confrontation between some protesters who were building a barricade against the pigs and a local business man who attempted to prevent them from doing so. A group of people who were at that moment in a social center next to where this was going on, jumped to the aid of this bossiness man. The said business man is well known in th e neighborhood of Exarchia for his connections with networks of extortion, prostitution and drugs as well as with the security police.
She was with us for 13 years. We found her over internet in a place that turned out to be slightly better kind of puppy mill. 7 months old, already deeply neurotic, at the bottom of the pack hierarchy, Kai immediately fell in love with Kita-San. Later she decided Olga was her sister. And she loved us all, to the end.
Few minutes to midnight I crossed the gate between the bright and the dark.
Leaving the heartbeat of music behind me, leaving my friends dancing, flirting, drinking in the crowd. Satiated for a while with normal human emotions, I headed my home and lab.
“We repel them, no problem” – the watchwoman at the gate was relaxed – “children are safe inside” – she said, sturdy in her black outfit, anarchist emblems clear and on display. A pillar of safety. A night warrior, protecting those inside. Continue reading The Alley of Death→
A distant friend asked one of his usual — deceptively simple — questions. I like his questions, as they make me re-evaluate things that I already checked off as obvious. In his view, nothing concerning me is apparently obvious (and yes, it goes the other way as well )