I don’t want to express my condolences. I don’t want to express my rage. I want the fucking pigs put in prison for ever.

Greece is burning. But I don’t mean the shops and cars. I couldn’t care less about them. I speak about people, people are burning inside.

All these years we live like European-Americans. We listen to fascists give speeches on television all day. We don’t get paid well by our jobs. We are taught by society that you are smart if you deceive others. That if you make money you can be successful. That you have to be a singer to make money. If you become a factory worker you are a zero, nothing, your existence is so unimportant you can die.

People are not respected. We are all just working hands for the powerful, and they try to keep it that way.

Truth is, I can’t write. My thoughts are so mixed up, I can’t think clearly. But I am really sad I am not at Greece at the moment. The reason I left it is because I saw hypnotized people, who didn’t care for anything but their own beautiful self. Or what the fucking useless “celebrities” do.

People who were lost inside their own big black holes. People who did not want to solve their problems. People who did not want change, even if that meant that they would be better off, simply because change requires to leave the couch.

This has suddenly changed. One little boy had to die, for people to understand what they did. And now more young people suffer by moronic pigs because previous generations fucked everything up.

Previous generations who gave us no choice. Who taught us all these disturbed ideas about the world and what we should do with ourselves.

But that little boy died.

And what makes me really angry is that I heard from a “respected” reporter something that went like this:

-Will the prime minister (of Greece) find the guts to react like he should, and stop the violence, like Sarcozi successfully did in Paris, or will he just feel guilty and keep policemen from doing their jobs?

What this fascist idiot didn’t understand is that what happens now is called revolution. It has no political goal. It is just that all the dazed people woke up and understood what they did. And if police gets more violent, people will get more aggressive.

Revolution is not trying out the new tortillas or buying the new toothbrush. Revolution means fight, real fight, not through a computer screen.

And they should. Older people to correct the shit they did to us and younger people to fix their broken future. I would never give my life for flags or anthems or stupidities like these which only aim to keep people under oppression. But fuck yeah, I would give my life to fight for individual freedom. For freedom of speech and expression.

We do not carry guns but we carry dreams. Dreams like that the little boy had.

We had to wake up. There is no other way now. And stop worrying about cars and shops’ windows. Who fucking cares? The issue is and should be freedom.

They did not expect this? People just react to something that has been happening for years now. Years of stupidity and oppression, how are we supposed to fit our dreams in there? Our dreams are huge, green and beautiful. Without corruption or glitter. Our dreams are clear and clean. And we have to realize them, even if this means some fat politicians will lose their chairs or some stupid policemen will lose their salaries. They don’t deserve power, they don’t know what to do with it, so they just keep us with our heads down.

But the little boy is dead. If someone can bring him back people will repair the damaged cars. But they can’t.

And most of the people don’t care why. They don’t want to see the reason, because they are responsible. All they see is their own profit, their own chair. Nobody really cares why.

But the little boy is dead. And we must not pretend to care, we have to care. Because millions of people are murdered everyday in our “modern” societies. It still counts as murder when you deprive people of their personality and their dreams.

And now is the time to wake up. All of us.