09/07/2025

“The monsters were tried with hunger as a witness,

locked away for a lifetime in involuntary quarantine.

Despair is its revolver and bullets their needs..”

The road to liberation is long and after every tiring uphill, every
sharp turn, every pothole and everything that slowed our movement, we must regroup with tenfold stubbornness. We must march even more militant, and this is because our memory is neither insignificant nor ephemeral. The free moments in the midst of actions remain alive in our minds, the memories of people in whose eyes and words you can see the beauty of a new world, and most importantly, the thoughts about the prisoners, for those who wake up behind bars and barbed wire, remain indelible. For every invisible, for every forgotten…

I have met many such people in the past months. I am referring to the time I was a prisoner in the Kassavetia Rural Detention Center. There are essentially 4 different prisons operating there, including the juvenile prison, where there are prisoners as young as 15 years old(!). The prison in question is made up mostly of young Roma who are impoverished, who experience deep poverty, in very difficult family environments, while others have not even had a family since a very young age. And these situations have created in them a petty criminal behavior where, due to the vindictiveness of the state and civil justice, they are sent to prison. People who don’t even know how to read a sentence, who haven’t understood basic things about how the world works, let alone the state, who have a major conscience deficit in the majority of them, find themselves imprisoned without any hope, subjected to daily irony
from the guards and hearing phrases like: “when you steal, it’s okay,
now you’re in pain?” or “do dogs become people, kid?”

Continue reading Greece: “Ιν μαγκάφ χασπί, καλιαρντέ αιμοβόροι σι…Ντέλε μο”/ A few words about Kassaveteia prisons from K.K. →