For my part i did not meet Angry, but his death ( that was not indifferent for me) bring him next to me through his texts , drawings , songs or memories of other people who make him alive with great affection, and allowed me and allows me go farther that day December 11 for taking a more deep sense of memory of a comrade and also of others. A sense of recognition of the person itself, of a being who did the step to challenge himself, and this society and civilization of domination through the attempt of living another life that was not the established and pre-fabricated one. With the good and bad moments, contradictions and hits that entail the choices and refractory wills.
The memory i am talking about begin from a feeling of affinity with the comrade and certain experiences, practices , desires , feelings and ideas that fill our lives of a own sense , pride and the impulse to walk by a similar path of struggle and confrontation, of wishes and creation.
It is so the political and personal elements ( even from the last ones i cant explain myself very well) of his daily life and personality take importance. As his way of feed himself, his negation to consume certain products and substances, his love for the earth, having in consideration other lives that are not the human, his contempt for the wage labor, his ilegalism , and that energy and that spark that he had , also takes on strength and makes his action of expropiation and his attitude valuable. For this reasons , i regret that someone like this is no longer between us. Because besides of being propelled by direct actions, expropiations and ilegalism , he was someone who try to take and make his own life in rebellion.
For all this i will never forget who was and what kind of citizen ( a security guard) is the damned one who kill Angry
¡Compañero Sebastián OIversluij presente!
Freedom to the comrade Tamara Sol who did a step in the revenge.
A hug from this jails to each affine.
(Translated by Traces of Fire)