We take responsibility for the placement of a low powered incendiary device in the early hours of 03/12 at the ΕΦΚΑ office in Kypseli, located on Kefallinias Street.
Although the device, fortunately for you, did not ignite, the message remains the same.
Rest assured that with the same operational ease, we can target any location of our choosing at any time, with a similar device.
The reason we selected this specific target, among the many offered by the metropolis, is that it is a key structure of the state mechanism, one that promotes destitution, subjugation, and consequently, the manipulation of the majority of society. The Social Insurance Agency (ΕΦΚΑ) operates under the supervision of the Ministry of Labour, which in capitalist terms means it acts as an executive organ of the ideological orientation promoted by the current government.
To clarify, ΕΦΚΑ is responsible for distributing pensions of a mere €426.17, withholding contributions from workers, freelancers, and farmers, and combating tax evasion. Taxes for farmers exceed 50%, and for freelancers, they surpass 75%. In summary, ΕΦΚΑ serves as the state’s tax collector, playing a pivotal role in financing its political agenda and legitimizing its existence. But when words fail, numbers speak.
Revenues for the years 2024 and 2025 (approximately) amounted to about €51 billion, while expenses for social security funds were around €50 million. This means only 0.1% of the revenue is returned to society.
ΕΦΚΑ is the hand that gives a pittance to the beggar’s outstretched hand—a currency whose value is dictated by the state and government, within the predefined trajectory imposed on the modern wage slave, who defines themselves based on how productive and disciplined they have been within the capitalist machine, perpetually chasing class advancement and social status validation. Moving beyond the confines of sterile class analysis, which solely blames the state and capital while ignoring the responsibility of those consciously trapped in a condemned life—a life determined by others from birth, bound by servitude, shackled, and surrounded by the glitter of capitalist showcases.
In opposition to the world of social consent and submission, complacency, inertia, and defeatism, against any logic of delegation and waiting, we choose the path of direct action, responding with attacks on the world of power, navigating through the flames of its total destruction. Every call for attack is a proposal for social disengagement, a rupture with all forms of authority, a call for the destruction of the existing order.
With armed hands and words, with a broken heart, and the name of a street etched in memory, we carried out this attack in memory of the armed revolutionary Kyriakos Ximitiris and in solidarity with the anarchist comrade Marianna M., who is held captive in the dungeons of bourgeois democracy. Walking the path of insubordination, dispute, and attack—a path stained with the blood of those who, unrepentant, chose frontal assault on the state and power—every step we take remains unwavering in its purpose.
For every comrade who bore the heavy cost of revolutionary prospects and insurgent action, we promise that with each passing day, as long as our feet tread this earth, we will cut off the heads of our oppressors and dismantle everything they have built with their filthy hands. Comrade, may you have good incursions in the valley of eternal silence.
Strength to imprisoned comrade K.K., accused of arson on a police service van in Mesolongi.
Solidarity to all those prosecuted in the Ambelokipi case.
Freedom for the revolutionary Nikos Maziotis, member of Revolutionary Struggle
IMAGINATION – OPTIMISM – RISK
Cells of Offensive Solidarity
Source: Issue 3 of anarcho-nihilist / insurrectionary newspaper “Blessed Is The Flame”
Via & translated by Act for freedom now!
For my comrade Kyriakos X.
Goodbye comrade,
”You will be ashes, old world.
You’re destined for the path of destruction
And you can’t bend us
By killing our brothers in arms…
And know this
We will come out victorious
And even though our sacrifices
Are heavy”
Nazim Hikmet
Belatedly, I would like to write a few words about my comrade and companion for the past 6 years of my life, K. Xymitiris, who passed away in an apartment on Arkadias Street.
Together we struggled and shaped our opinions on anything that troubled us. I grew up with him, on a journey of discovering my combative identity. And Kyriakos was always by my side, not in front or in the back, but next to me. Holding my hand, supporting me, with his smile and his perspicacity. Always giving the correct answers while we were all mincing our words, clearing the landscape while we were all feeling lost. With a well-developed sense of solidarity, he always stood on the side of anyone who needed it, regardless of repression, being targeted, and his own comfort. Always first in all the struggles: against repression, gentrification, the labour sweatshops, colonialism, patriarchy, prisons. Indispensable as a comrade and as a friend, wherever he stood he filled the space with his modesty and militancy.
By advocating for unity in the struggle for the revolutionary cause, for confrontation, militancy and counter-attack, always with respect for those next to him, he made space where others suffocated. So he lived, at least by my side, militant and persistent, hopeful and smiling. Ready for everything, taking risks big and small, he gave his daily life to the struggle without a second thought.
Always by our side
to me, to his friends and his comrades, to anyone who needed him for the smallest or the biggest matter.
Always by our sideto take on the most tedious, the most risky role.Always by our side to hold our hand, to accompany us, to open the way.
Always by the sideof the migrant, the abused, the worker, the prisoner.
And always by my sideto support me, to help me, to listen to me, to struggle together with me, to hug me by pushing away the fear, to encourage me by pushing away the second thoughts, to fill the days and nights with comradeship and combativeness.
COMRADE KYRIAKOSNone of the goodbyes are enough. None of the texts can describe the pain of your loss. On 31/10 I was left half, on a path where I wanted you by my side. On 31/10 I lost that smile that only you knew how to evoke. On 31/10 I lost the hopefulness that only you could transmit to me. But on 31/10 I also made a promise to you, to me, to us and to so many others, that you would not be forgotten. On 31/10 I stayed behind to speak about you, about the struggle you gave and about those you did not manage to give. On 31/10 I raised up my fist and with my bloody mouth I vowed to STRUGGLE. On 31/10 I raised my fist and in the rubble of Arcadia Street I said KYRIAKOS XYMITIRIS, ALWAYS PRESENT!
”Our most beautiful days we haven’t seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
I haven’t said yet…”
Nazim Hikmet
With unconditional love
your comrade
Marianna M.
Source: athens.indymedia