It 's a quiet evening in midsummer when, armed with the right spirit subversive, Lele step to take in Mondovi. The destination is a place almost unknown in Turin. Let's go, beautiful and damned. Tonight we made the revolution. And we will not fail. The first incident institutional
is now in Turin, an intermediate step to take two friends revolutionaries. One comes, the other late. Precedes the police.
-Documents-close and inside.
Our salt antagonism. Meanwhile
lose five minutes behind that piece of paper that we identify and label the eyes of the State protean that permeates everything and that unleashes their attack dogs to make sure that the order is strictly observed and sadly even at the expense of happiness, piece Paper represented at that meeting by the ID card Lele, Saving Silverman eyes plucked out of the suit with blue-black was not even a porn magazine ..
And our rooms even antagonism.
Where are you going guys? -
-Well, we thought of making a short visit to a gathering of climbing on the buildings, obviously unfair to take back the streets and our freedom! -
.. I whale on the head, but:-Nothing, expect our friend Turin, to exit a po'-
-Where? -
-Eccheccazzovenefrega? - but still I'm holding
-Murazzi-say, looking fragile.
(laughter ..)
"Good evening, boys, and pay attention to down-Murazzi
And you go, content to make the figure of the three Barotti Cuneo looking for easy fun in the great city, dressed in rags from mountain . Luckily they did not see the crash pad. Now we are ready when
subversive.
How many are there? 100? 150? 200?
In a moment we are attached to children's games, posters for advertising, crumbling walls and even fountains. Funny, yes, funny, and edited the organization, with block map (many, impossible to try them all in two hours), T-shirt, with accurate information ..
Maybe it's a bit 'dispersive, but deep down you want, better order? But please remember ... From the poster of four and a half meters, the launch window to the wrong, the comeback of the gas pipe, the launch impossible on the corner where I left a pound of loose skin with your fingers in the holes of the bricks.
Three areas, many steps, bell'entusiasmo general. In the streets of Turin with the crash, who would have thought?
The final is the meeting point, the aggregation of this pulsatile mass, and although I see it I just put my hands in my hair (aaaarrggghhh.. A plate!) We have the smiling Anita Manachini that the first patch, bringing home the first victory for a SBC with a woman. Finally a bit 'of real power to women! Emma Goldman would be happy.
All hail, SBC ended the evening at the pub, while I got on the gossip and the toll road with toll increases and closer to the face of the taxpayer, and we return to our mountains, so the two and a half in front of a beer feel that is beautiful to recover the city, although the city is not ours, we do not live, rough mountain that we are, and despite the bare rocks are hard and maybe happier this is a good time, there is a real movement, together with two scalar written on walls with subversive, hoping that our ego does not create additional hierarchies, even within our space dedicated to the fun.
The beauty was to be there, all equal in front of a wall, shouting slogans-even if not a bit 'I would have liked-but only incitement, and then try to throw, all with a lowest common denominator of a fable, climbing.
which by definition is an anarchist, and the rules to choose how want.
jerome
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