Sunday, April 23, 2017
Anderlecht, nighttime. There’s mist coming out of your hood. You cut a mouse hole in a fence, not just anyone. The one which protects a bloody parkinglot where 4 police vans were parked. Open your jerry-can, it smells strong. Gloup gloup on the rear wheels. You crouch down and spark it. Time to appreciate the sight of the vans caught on fire, and you leave. The heart beats faster. It sticks under your armpits, but it takes off in your head.

You did that because it’s not allowed. You did that because it’s scary. You did that also because it makes you laugh. You did that because you do not want to sit around watching all this shit pass by you. You did that because you could do it. You did it because “it’s useless.” But you did that because you want to choose your life. And in your head there are more fences and more vans. In your head there are more than smiles and fires.

In solidarity with the co-defendants of the robbery in Aachen.

And inevitably,  also have a fiery thought for Krèm and Kara, charged for the burning of a car of cops in Paris in 2016. And a zoubi to Damien.

Long live the fire
long live the deranged

Hoods and tenderness

[found here: http://bxl.indymedia.org/spip.php?article13974&lang=fr]