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Behe Banda 2024ko azaroaren 04a
Behe Banda

They've brought the megaphone in a hurry and running. This is unacceptable. This cannot be accepted. Let's all scream at once, we can't go on like this. Have you come to your house? Yes, you're right; we applaud you. Next week we will meet here and meet you, yes, sir. And if not, I'll buy the gas drum.

More cops. Of course, what we need is a little bit more police. We're already the neighborhood with the most police, but we need more police, because I don't feel protected. For the safety of my children, for them we need more police. More police patrol the streets, more police on motorcycles, cars, maybe on horseback. More cops with guns, goats and taser guns. So yeah, so we're going to live safe.

We need to get them out of the neighborhood. They, those who are far away, we need them further away from the neighborhood. I don't want them either in the park or in the fruit shop. Are they okupas, occupying our empty premises, who can't afford anything? Well, let them work, as we do others. It's not racism, it's criminality.

They come from distant lands, my dear. Yes, from far away, farther away than Seville. Why? Well, why, because there is no life there. There's no life there, there's little money there, and here's more money. Why is there no money there? I don't know, a war or something. What? Yes, because of a war we have helped create or… why do you have so many questions? They come from far away, from a place without money and want to take away our money, so we should go further, the knitted ball…

And so, children, there was the rise of fascism and racism in our neighborhood. We'd like to have a story

The knitting ball. And so, children, there was the rise of fascism and racism in our neighborhood. We'd like to have a story. A story to frighten children in the night of the dead, a story for children to learn how to fight fascism and racism.

And in my neighborhood, they show up every week to send out migrants and poor people who live in the neighborhood's premises. Perhaps they want to send it to one of those concentration camps that Italy has built in Albania, or what I know. You may not see in your eyes what we too can do. Today is the right time to move misery from body to body with ease. You may think that when you've left, everybody's problems will be over. You may not know that in the system that drowns us all, there's no problem that ends with magic, that we all oppose each other or anything.

Collective confrontation or nothing. All together, but the City Hall. Yes, all together to the city hall. Or better, the Council. No, no, to the parliament, to the government, to the banks, to the high buildings where the multinationals are located, to the gigantic houses of the rich that do not exist in our neighborhoods. That is, yes, yes. Let's go with a plan, let's make the plan, and let's go from home to home, lit up, explaining the plan. And then, when we're all, let's go to town hall. To oppose each other together. And we're going to buy gasoline, but the premises won't calcinate, no, we're going to incinerate every seat of the city hall...

So the most important thing, boys and girls, is to remember that there are also stories that we should make happen. Those who talk about us should have done so.