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Athens, Greece: ‘In the Footsteps of the Struggle: Lambros Fountas Present’ Text by anarchist prisoners Marianna Manoura & Dimitra Zarafeta

Posted on 2026/03/15 - 2026/03/15 by darknights

In the Footsteps of the Struggle: Lambros Fountas

On March 10, 16 years ago, Lambros Fountas, a member of the Revolutionary Struggle organization, was shot dead by cops. The murder of our anarchist comrade took place during a preparatory action by the organization in Dafni, during an armed clash with police forces.

From its very first days, the anarchist movement has defended and continues to defend the memory and the substance of the actions of the armed fighter Lambros Fountas through marches, events, and actions. The very organization of which he was a member carried out an attack on the Bank of Greece in 2014, dedicating it to the fallen comrade and claiming responsibility under the signature “ Commando Lambros Fountas,” thereby paying tribute to the revolutionary.

As a member of the armed revolutionary organization Revolutionary Struggle, Lambros Fountas chose to act through armed proletarian resistance at a time when the social base was being battered by austerity measures. Measures imposed by the local and international elite to prevent the collapse of the European banking system. And while politicians and media moguls present the memoranda and agreements as “measures of salvation,” we experienced them as cuts to wages and pensions, as a present of destitution and an uncertain future.

The Revolutionary Struggle organization fought against these conditions by targeting the economically powerful and vigorously opposing the measures of the memoranda. It chose to create conditions of political instability, making it harder to bleed the social base dry, leaving behind a great legacy for the international and domestic revolutionary movement. Through actions against predatory “institutions” —the Bank of Greece, Citibank, etc.—, the stock exchange, and the uniformed murderers of the MAT, he defended the armed social revolution, writing new chapters in the book of revolutionary history.

And while I may never have met comrade Lambros Fountas, never gotten to know him, never fought side by side with him. But the thread of revolutionary memory bridges precisely this: fighters, movements, and struggles that, while unfolding in different corners of the globe and across different times and places, shared a common struggle and vision for liberation. Thus, the preservation of revolutionary memory is anything but a neutral process. It is a thorn in the side of oblivion and a crack in the history of the ruling classes. That is why securing it is part of our very struggle, part of the present and the future. That is why, even though the past was stained with blood, our dead managed to fill the inkwell of revolutionary history. And even if we did not walk beside them, we walked alongside them. And even if we did not choose the same path, we gazed at the same skies. Because we shared the same dreams and hopes, we experienced similar fears and rage. Thus, their struggle, the way they acted, and the way they fell serve as a call to arms, a starting point, and a catalyst for new cycles of resistance. And as long as we keep the revolutionary memory alive, we keep our history alive as well. A history built on the smiles and comradely glances of our own people, our own friends, and our own comrades. Just as our comrade Kyriakos Xymiteris did, who fell in battle nearly a year and a half ago on October 31, 2024, in the explosion in Ambelokipi. A comrade who envisioned a world of equality and freedom. A just world, built upon the ruins of the old one.

So, for Lambros Fountas, Kyriakos Xymiteris, and all the other fighters who saw themselves as part of revolutionary history and threw themselves into the fray, it is now our turn to turn their loss into a rallying cry. Let us live up to our history and our responsibilities, and let us see their deaths as a motivation to continue the struggle.

LAMBROS FOUNTAS IMMORTAL

KYRIAKOS XYMITIRIS PRESENT

IMMEDIATE RELEASE OF COMRADE NIKOS MAZIOTIS

END THE ECONOMIC HOSTAGE SITUATION OF OUR COMRADE POLA ROUPA IMMEDIATELY

Marianna Manoura

Dimitra Zarafeta

Korydallos Women’s Prison.

Source: https://athens.indymedia.org/post/1640123/

Athens, Greece: Intervention at the offices of “Efimerida ton Syntakton” (EFSYN)

Posted on 2026/02/22 by darknights

This text was published in the course of an intervention at EFSYN in Athens, Greece and translated by the Berlin Assembly in memory of Kyriakos Xymitiris and in solidarity with the persecuted in the Ambelokipi-case.

We are intervening at EFSYN’ in order to publicize the following texts. This intervention follows our presence and the distribution of these texts in the area of Ampelokipi and on Arkadias Street in order to show our solidarity with the residents of the apartment building.

At the same time, we went to the spot where our comrade Kyriakos Xymitiris lost his life.

TEXT FOR THE APARTMENT BUILDING ON ARKADIAS STREET

On 31/10/24, my comrade Kyriakos Xymitiris and I were in the apartment at 4-8 Arkadias Street. During the processing of explosive materials, an explosion occurred that took the life of my 36-year-old comrade, caused my own very serious injury, and resulted in damage to the apartment building. Since then, I have been detained in Korydallos women’s prison under horrendous conditions, having to confront the loss of the person closest to me, my own injury, and very serious accusations.

This explosion obviously was not part of any plan, nor did it happen due to carelessness. This tragic development was the consequence of defective material, something that unfortunately could not be foreseen.

The anarchist political space to which we both belong fights for a world of equality, solidarity, and self-organization. For a world where monthly survival does not cause anxiety, where interpersonal relationships are not based on competition, and where a life in dignity is not a matter of luck. And when this anarchist political space chooses to attack those who impose poverty, exclusion, and insecurity with such means, it takes all necessary measures, often putting the acting subjects themselves at risk, in order to ensure the safety of unrelated people.

Beyond protecting people’s physical integrity, our political spectrum targets those who oppress and exploit us. It sets its sights on the powerful of this world. Those who eat with golden spoons while we make do with the absolute necessities, those who live off rents while we beg that there not be yet another increase, those who reap profit while we work twelve-hour a day. Those who spread death through wars, misery through high prices, fear through racism, extermination through long and uninsured labor. Those who impose uncertainty, insecurity, danger even when you simply take the night train to Thessaloniki or try to cross the border for a life with dignity.

We struggle so that all of this does not remain unanswered. To win back the right to live. To put a stop to injustice, exploitation, oppression, cover-ups. Within this struggle we risk much, we are targeted, we receive violence and repression, we endanger our safety, our freedom, and sometimes even our lives. Not because we are indifferent to life, but because we care about the life of our struggle and then we feel responsible for many people. Thus, we consciously set social solidarity as a priority.

My comrade adopted this stance in life, and that is why he decided to struggle with all means. And if he was still here, he would be the first to try to help the residents of the apartment building, not because he would regret the means he chose to struggle with, but because for him, as for all of us, solidarity and mutual aid are a deeply human feeling, a driving force that pushes us to action.

“We are not terrorists, nor criminals. It is precisely because of our love for life, because we rejoice in the human spirit, that we became fighters for freedom against this racist and deadly imperialist system.”

Marianna Manoura
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Greece: October is a month of remembrance and action for the anarchist revolutionary Kyriakos Xymitiris by Dimitra Zarafeta, Marianna Manoura

Posted on 2025/09/16 by darknights

As long as there are those who are lost in battle, we will exist to continue the war

And when we die, we die like stars scattering light. Like that light that shone a year before the explosives explosion in the Ampelokipi apartment on 10/31, when the anarchist armed fighter Kyriakos Xymitiris was walking the last part of his journey, where everything is condensed into a moment, where his revolutionary consciousness aligns with the desire to put an end to this aging world that feeds on his flesh.

Filled with immense comradeship, determination and with no inclination to retreat, he committed himself to the struggle with a vision of freedom. With clear eyes, comrade Kyriakos Xymitiris made no concessions to emotion, he loved life, honouring it with every breath he took. Both in Berlin and in Athens, he participated in all the fields of struggle indiscriminately. In rallies and marches against gentrification, in anti-fascist and anti-patriarchal patrols, in mass poster pastings, in militant defences of occupations, in struggles against colonialism and prisons.

He stood firm in the convictions of anarchy. In this suffocating world built on powers that strangle the wild beauty of unbridled freedom, on predatory policies, on death politics and wars that Western centres set up in the countries of the “third world” by stepping on corpses, on cynical confessions of “whoever does not adapt, dies”, comrade Kyriakos Xymetiris did not turn his gaze away. In this world of manufactured emotions, standardized behaviours, social contracts, mass apathy, comrade Kyriakos Xymetiris lived uncompromisingly in the here and now. In a context of intensifying authoritarianism and militarisation, growing insecurity and widespread impoverishment, comrade Kyriakos Xymetiris achieved his own transcendence, denied his social privileges and assumed responsibility.

At a time when friendly relations are criminalised by filling pages of lengthy indictments, where systematic imprisonments try to send a resounding message of criminal terrorism, where the judicial mechanism shows its teeth to poor devils and turns its gaze away from state-capitalist crimes, comrade Kyriakos proved that the strategy of repression does not intimidate revolutionary consciences. At a time when the movement is experiencing a setback, from the internalization of repression, adaptability and integration, comrade Kyriakos Xymitiris decided not to compromise and to contribute to the historical shaping of subversive events. In defiance of the times, he looked at the path of political and revolutionary responsibilities. Armed with courage and determination, he chose to respond to the violence of domination.

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Athens, Greece : Update on developments regarding the health of comrades Marianna M. and Dimitra Z. (text update 3.4.25)

Posted on 2025/04/10 - 2025/04/10 by darknights

DEPRIVING PRISONERS OF MEDICAL CARE IS TORTURE

Hands off anarchist comrades Marianna M. and Dimitra Z.

On 31/10/24, following an explosion in an apartment in Ampelokipi, the anarchist armed fighter Kyriakos Xymitiris fell in the battle for social and class liberation, while the anarchist comrade Marianna M., who was also in the apartment, was severely injured, hospitalised and guarded in the ICU of the “Evangelismos” General Hospital. The following days, comrades Dimitra Z., Dimitris and Nikos R., as well as A.K., were remanded in custody.

From the very beginning, state violence was applied to comrade Marianna. With her transfer to Korydallos women’s prison just one day after the second operation she underwent, her hospitalisation was violently interrupted while she still had open wounds on her face, she could not walk or fully care for herself, was dizzy and in pain. The “Evangelismos” General Hospital discharged her as a patient in this condition, knowing full well the miserable environment of the prison to which she would be transferred, where there is not even any kind of hospital and therefore no possibility of providing her with extremely necessary medical care before she fully recovers.

Her torture in Korydallos prison continues to this day. Her serious health condition, as well as the risk of long-term complications, are the result of the deprivation of necessary medical post-operative care. From the very beginning they deprived her of the provision of pharmaceuticals and forced her to stay in cells full of cockroaches, in extremely poor sanitary conditions. While to this day – four months later – necessary and urgent diagnostic tests have not been initiated. To her request to be assessed by a doctor and immediately initiate a brain CT scan requested by an outside doctor who visited her a long time ago, the response of the prison neurologist was “if you don’t fall down with an epileptic seizure, we won’t take you to hospital.” A response that accurately reflects the condition of vindictiveness, punishment, and torture that the rulers impose on anyone who finds themselves captured in the cells of democracy.

To the already heavy situation of confinement was added the appearance of intense rashes and itching in comrade Dimitra. A short time later, the comrade Marianna also showed similar symptoms and only then was the diagnosis of scabies made, while they have been torturing Dimitra for two months with their icy indifference, attributing the symptoms to psychological reasons and administering sedatives to her without having ruled out pathological causes.

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Greece: ‘THAT WHICH GIVES MEANING TO LIFE GIVES MEANING TO DEATH’ – Marianna M. [Updated Translation]

Posted on 2025/03/31 - 2025/04/07 by darknights

On 31.10 on the third floor of an apartment in Arkadias Street (Athens), during the processing of explosives by my comrade and guerrilla Kyriakos Xymitiris, an explosion took place with the tragic consequence of his death. For a few moments, with me in the next room, time froze, everything went black and I was unable to move. The condition was incomprehensible, the development inconceivable. Buried in the wreckage trying to figure out what had happened;asking for help, searching for my partner with my eyes. Slowly realizing that while the thread of my comrade’s action would be abruptly cut short, his life and his choices in struggle would be a historic flash of determined resistance, consistency and dedication; a springboard and inspiration for further struggle. Two figures appeared offering help while I showed them the spot where I last saw my comrade, the spot where our guilty gazes met, gazes full of anger at the world we live in, full of faith and appetite for moments of true freedom.

Within a few minutes I was in the hospital “Evangelismos”. I was immediately subjected to examinations and operations. I had a hematoma on my head and countless stitches on the upper part of my body. I remained intubated and completely unconscious for the next three days. Enough time for the “anti-“terror scumbags to come to the hospital demanding a blood sample. On the Monday, I regained consciousness and was transferred to the ICU where I was confined for the next three days. The conditions there were decent with medical staff eager to assist in my recovery. However the room was surrounded by police forces who entered the ICU room during the 5-minute visits from my family.

After two days I was transferred – for no apparent reason – to an isolation ward guarded by several static and as many mobile cops in the hallways and on the floors. The door to my room was constantly open leaving zero privacy even during medical examinations. Under the “watchful” gaze of every single cop I had to eat, be examined, and have my body cleaned. Following instructions, the majority of medical and nursing staff maintained a distant attitude, showing zero empathy even in the most basic things, for example when they carried out an examination with the presence of a male police officer.

The insistence of the 22nd investigator of the Athens District Court on conducting the interrogation procedure despite my physical and mental weakness also contributed to the vindictive atmosphere. After asking for a certificate of my sufficient ‘functionality’, which she read at her discretion, she finally gave me the sham extension of 30 hours. She thus confirmed the fact that her priority was my predetermined pre-trial detention and prosecution under 187A.

On Friday 15.11, and just one day after the second operation I underwent, I was transferred to the women’s prison in Korydallos. My daily life, under these circumstances, was difficult. Under deplorable sanitary conditions and with unhealed wounds on my body and head, the repressive mechanism was playing with my health. I was without the necessary medical care and without access to the necessary medication, a condition that all prisoners face as they are perceived as second-class citizens with no right to medical care, with superficial to non-existent medical examinations by prison doctors, with prohibition of necessary medical procedures, with discontinuation of medication taken before incarceration, with long waits for months for emergency examinations in outpatient hospitals.

THE GEOMETRY OF THE ANTI-TERROR UNIT

While I am still unconscious, only a few hours after the explosion, the judicial apparatus follows the instructions of the anti-terror squad and constructs an indictment of an abomination. The processing of (small amounts of) explosive materials and devices with only comrade Kyriakos and myself present and aware, was baptized an organization. The apartment, to which we had only had access to for a few days, was christened a yafka (illegal bunker). The legitimate objects found in the apartment where I lived with comrade Kyriakos and which were presented on the daily news were dubbed suspicious. With these facts, the anti-terror police prosecuted me on the charge of “terrorism”. At this point, however, I will not focus on the legal aspect, nor will I speak in the context of innocence and guilt. I refuse to accept an indictment based on 187A, especially when it instrumentalizes the death of my comrade in the most vulgar fashion. And I intend to deconstruct whichever repressive scenario they construct. But I will defend until the end my choice to be in this apartment, I will defend the necessity of struggle by means not limited to the framework of civil law, I will defend my comrade’s choices, his memory and our relationship.

By carving concentric circles, the anti-terror police weave their own repressive web. It places me and my comrade Kyriakos at the centre and, with shaky geometry, it adds friends, comrades and strangers. In the first cycle it places the arrest of the anarchist comrade Dimitra, who presented herself voluntarily in a Hollywood-style operation at the Athens airport where – in contrast to the femicide of Kyriaki Griva – the police car in the role of a taxi picks her up and takes her to the GADA (Athens central police station). The only “clue” was that she had given the keys to the apartment in Arkadia Street to me and Kyriakos under the pretext of hosting our acquaintances from abroad, without her knowledge of the true purpose of the flat’s use. It is worth noting that on the day of the explosion she was abroad, where she had been living for the last few years. She too is being prosecuted under 187A. In the second circle they place the comrade Dimitris, who also presented himself voluntarily at GADA, because he had handed over the pair of keys of the apartment in Arcadia Street to the flat’s owner, something which had been requested of him by Dimitra. With the only involvement being the delivery of the keys, without having known anything more and having been at work at the time of the explosion, he also faces the aforementioned charges. Twenty days later the”anti-“terrorists secure the next cycle, with the arrest of the anarchist comrade N. Romanos. In his case, the repressive mechanism unleashed its vindictiveness by using as proof a faint fingerprint on a transportable object – a bag – found in the apartment in Arcadia. Two days later A.K becomes part of the last cycle when he is arrested due to the ridiculous “clue” of the fingerprint on the same bag. Apparently within 20 days the “efficiency” of the ELAS (greek police) laboratories managed to implicate two people with whom I have no connection, by unearthing a fingerprint, while the tons of xylene in the Tempi massacre have not been found for two years now. The last two arrested also face the same flimsy charge.

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Greece: For my comrade Kyriakos X.

Posted on 2024/12/04 by darknights

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.

I met comrade Kyriakos in the city of Berlin a few years ago. Our common determination and agonizing for a better world quickly brought us together. In midnight talks in the bar where he worked, in walks through the city’s streets, we exchanged views, and Kyriakos had the most in-depth opinions and knowledge regarding each and every one of my concerns. Our shared vision was simultaneously spreading roots within us, creating a strong relationship based on mutual understanding, comradeship and love.
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

Athens, Greece: [URGENT] Transfer of comrade Marianna to Korydallos – Call for gathering in Korydallos

Posted on 2024/11/15 - 2024/11/15 by darknights

The anarchist comrade Marianna, just one day after her second consecutive surgery and while remaining hospitalized as a multiple trauma patient for 15 days at Evangelismos Hospital, was transferred to Korydallos on Friday morning.

The pressures from the scum of the anti-terrorism unit, who operate in perfect collaboration with the investigator handling the case, resulted in the comrade being discharged and taken to the women’s prisons of Korydallos, where there isn’t even a hospital and thus no possibility to provide her with the appropriate care for her injuries.

We make it clear in all directions, whatever happens to our comrade, it will have consequences and will not go unanswered.

We call for a solidarity gathering for our imprisoned comrades Marianna M. D.Z. and D., on Monday, November 18 at 18:30, at Korydallos Prison, with a pre-gathering at the Korydallos Town Hall.

SOLIDARITY WITH THE IMPRISONED COMRADES MARIANNA, DIMITRA, AND DIMITRIS

HANDS OFF THE INJURED ANARCHIST COMRADE MARIANNA

KYRIAKOS XYMITIRIS ONE OF US A COMRADE FOREVER ON THE STREETS OF FIRE

Assembly of Solidarity with Prisoners, Fugitives and Persecuted Fighters

Source: athens.indymedia

Athens, Greece: Political text by Anarchist Georgia Voulgari, a prisoner in the women’s prison of Korydallos

Posted on 2022/05/23 - 2022/05/23 by darknights

Political text by Georgia Voulgari, a prisoner in the women’s prison of Korydallos.

We are in a daily war, a war with the status quo, with every form of power that eats away at our lives, and in this war I realized where I belong. In a world where patriarchy rapes and kills us, where capitalism crushes us, impoverishing what we call life, in this world where humanity itself dominates nature and animals, perpetuating anthropocentric thinking and speciesism. So I chose sides. For the power complex will not destroy itself, no social change will come about unless our action transcends reformist logics, having a will to believe and a commitment to our ideas, putting theory into practice.

I proudly declare myself anarchist, proud that in this rotten society, the society of submission and spectacle, I did not bow my head before exploitation and power and chose to stand next to comrades who, by supporting the multiform struggle, also wrote their own page in the revolutionary historical memory. So far, living my new life next to them, in squats, through their common struggles for freedom, I learned what solidarity and comradeship is, what it means to give everything for what you believe in even if you are going to lose your freedom. I take the political responsibility that is due to me for my complicity in the incendiary attack that took place on 8/2 at the Foundation for National and Religious Reflection. A fragmentary action, which was not carried out by an organisation, namely the Anarchist Action organisation of which I am accused as a member, but was motivated by the desires and anger of two people against religious obscurantism, patriarchy and state power. Continue reading “Athens, Greece: Political text by Anarchist Georgia Voulgari, a prisoner in the women’s prison of Korydallos” →