What surprised you the most when you left jail? I've been asked many times in the last year and a half.
See that the streets of Bilbao are full of tourists and dogs with two legs, for example? Or the changes in the political situation? The first one has tired me and annoyed me. Of course we must continue to fight! The second, in the opinion of the opinion, has not been a source of surprise, because when we are inside, as well as following the situation, we are working for our people.
I've been shocked by people. From whom? For example, when we're riding the Aste Nagusia txosnas, there are young people who come to ask for work. When we know that all the work (assemble the scaffold, make and paint the panels, fill the bar shifts, etc.) We do it for free, they get muzzled. Apparently, they find it difficult to make an effort other than for money (or in the gym). This has surprised me, because we have a volunteering and a just cause that makes us incomprehensible to a sector of today’s society.
I was surprised that the resident work we do for a just and voluntary cause is incomprehensible to a social sector.
Fortunately, it is not a widespread evil! There are too many excellent examples in our country and abroad. I was outside last weekend at the Tatto Circus in Seville, remembering the long journeys of the scatter. Two words of information for those who do not know this event. It is a festival that is held throughout Europe, organised by the anarchist movement against prison. For three days conferences, theatrical performances or musical performances are offered, in any case, in a festive atmosphere: ridiculous and wrestling. The party consists of taking money for the prisoners and, to do so, they bring tattoos who work for free. Yes, I work for free! For 72 hours professional leather dryers, cooks, creators, improvisers, etc. will work. All the money that can be obtained is to continue to bring down the walls of the prison. Once again, since I had left those walls behind, I was amazed and moved by the immense and generous handing over of any humble militant. The icing of the weekend, receive the call from the inmates! Hurrah! Know that we keep fighting to bring you home!
As I leave, I will finish, a situation that I love. It has often happened to me to cross with old acquaintances and hear phrases like “you won’t remember me...” I find it ridiculous to say that I've been in jail, but I don't have Alzheimer's! Of course, I remember old acquaintances and, incidentally, they do not have political Alzheimer either. We have not forgotten the motives and paths that had joined us in the struggle. Let us break the jails!