Two texts in memory of anarchist comrade Georgia K.
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The star of chaos illuminates our rebellious and restless souls in the gloom of civilised society. Each of its endless rays is a path to the uncharted and turbulent waters of freedom. Black memory is the sextant that helps us navigate those paths that were traced by our comrades who passed away, where their voices still echo like battle cries. Every memory of their struggles is a call for us to advance even further, to push the attack even harder.
In December 2025 we once again drank the bitter cup of mourning. This time for our iconoclast comrade, Georgia K., from Thessaloniki.
We place her memory in the great arsenal of the anarchist war against society. We will never forget the youthful flame that burned defiantly in her eyes until her last breath; this is how those who have conquered life and inviduality look at the world.
We weren’t lucky enough to know her from years ago, but that’s how we felt from the beginning through our long conversations. She gave us so much, and inspired us so much.
Georgia, we never said goodbye to you, we only said “see you”, because in the streets we will see you again and again.
…Our dead – as it seems – look so alive compared to the haunted mute puppets who walk daily among us with bowed heads.
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I will always remember that look on your face when we first met.
A look full of fire and passion!
It was the fire I dream of.
The passion that I have inside me, that never fades.
My rage that, instead of calming down, is fueled more and more in the hated prison-society.
You told me so much that night, just with that look of yours…
That look that will always remind me that I must never give up, that I must not resign.
And, by putting fear aside, to embrace passion and yearning for desctruction in every moment, always smiling…
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