ij the prison letters of luciano tortuga pitronello and other selected writings ij

translations from the spanish by gabriella segata antolini

updated news and pamphlets regarding tortuga, his case, and his words

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contents
I.Letters from Tortuga
II.Letters from Lovers & Friends

III.Solidarity IV.Trial V.Support

I.
Letters from Tortuga

Letter from Luciano Tortuga to the Indomitable Hearts 7 months since the attack failed
January 1, 2012 Santiago $hile. It is difcult to begin to write when I know that I have so much to communicate and even more to keep quiet; silence has become a great companion, and not in vain, since my enemies want me to communicate, to explain myself with my ideas, to justify my illegal action, so that they can to apply the anti-terrorist law and bury me even in the condition in which I nd myself, they want that trophy of war, a youth with many wounds, imprisoned for not having tricked himself with the comfort of a revolution framed within political correctness. Powers ambition with my trial is for the seora of the house to tell her little rebel that this is how idealists meet their end, those who dare to dream, to even think, that it begins with the rebellion proper to youth and if it goes unchecked it can end in terrifying consequencesto justify by means of my example the prison system, the repression for the good of our children and the future. I know that power wants that, or at the least hopes for it, that in one way or another I will appear publicly, thus I preferred silence; I think that in these moments it is much better that others speak for memy comrades, known or unknown, just like in endless events for animal liberation, one knows to speak for those who cannot, I believe that now the same should happen, because I sincerely think that other comrades, even from different parts of the world have already done this and have had splendid results, not only with everything that involves my morale, but also with everything that involves solidarity, which I would dare to represent as the rst piece of a great row of dominoes, in which one pushes the rst and the second pushes the third and so on successively, where my morale comes to be one more piece in the dominoes, in which there is also damage to the system in breaking with its authoritarian logic, the esteem that the action generates as much on the individual level as collectively, as well as representing another seat in the conict with reality, and one could spend days like this numbering the different effects that a solidarity action can have. Nevertheless, as much as my enemies want me to communicate, I know that many comrades also wanted me to, and you should know that I know this and Im sorry you had to spend several months of uncertainty

to receive any news, I profoundly regret not communicating myself in these circumstances, it was I who always stressed that solidarity should be reciprocal, and believe me that more than anyone I regretted not having acted sooner, I felt that I was betraying myself in being silent. Does it make him uncomfortable that we act in solidarity with him? I speculated that you thought this in interpreting my silence, but I have a small and beautiful daughter who needs her papa, and I cannot betray her either. She moved me to silence, my ideals move me to dialogue and you my forever comrades incite me to the point in between. I do not like to write without thinking what I want to convey and to be fully understood, to write something in my situation merits a profound reectionis it worth it? Since in my case, unlike the majority of political trials which are usually frame-ups, in my case it is proven, since I really did transport a bomb the morning of June 1st with the destination of the bank branch located on Av. Vicua Mackenna and Victoria, downtown Santiago. For my part, I wanted to tell everyone why the attack failed. How could I try to communicate myself and ignore something so relevant? Or even, Why that bank? To politicize an anti-capitalist attack is not only to advocate for the violence, it is also to put the noose around my neck, and as for that, Never!, because as long as I am alive I plan to continue ghting, it doesnt matter to me if Im short some ngers, a hand, my hearing or sight, I will continue forward at all costs, that is something that my enemies have to know as much as my comrades. Then you ask me to break with the isolation, with the hermitism around me; I posit that I would be ashamed to communicate myself, to do so simply, to which you respond with a blow to my conscience, And your comrades? Do I think that communicating with you is something banal and unimportant? Its true, I dont need to vomit out everything that happened that night, I believe that in the future there will be time for that So, you want to know about me? Well, I will ght in order to live, and live in order to ght until being free and wild, I do not trick myself in thinking that I am less wild if I breathe articially or not, because I believe that it is in situations like that when the most wild human instinct blossomsthe instinct of survival; Im not trying to allude to anyone in particular, because I know that many comrades desire my death with all the best, but I want to from here deliver a lesson for everyoneone cannot desire the death of a comrade to free them from their body, unless of course the comrade manifests it, but if that were the case, the person would seek the means to put an end to their life, without thus generating a judicial case

(homicide) for a third party. Because what would happen if to do me a favor they had killed me? Who are they who call themselves my comrades to judge whether or not its worth the pain for me to keep living? The only one capable of taking such a decision is the individual, only he knows what he really desires, and in particular I want to keep living, in order to continue ghting. On other other hand, I want you to know that I appreciate all and every one of the solidarity actions that you have done with me, the banners hung in different parts of the world or those messages that carry the same solidarios reach my ears in one way or another, each leaet, each counterinformation bulletin, each space of your lives that you dedicated to me I keep as a treasure, know that I have been aware of everything, that in this world there are not words for my feelings of gratitude, because each bombing, each arson organized in my name is in my mind, I can never forget the valiance of my Mexican comrades, the insubordinates who have made themselves my comrades in Greece, I wish to embrace the savages of Bolivia and the US, affectionately saluting the rebels of Spain and Italy, the libertarixs of Argentinatake heart!, not to mention the iconoclasts of Indonesiastrength, comrades! To the anonymous of the ALF and ELF in Russia and in the world. To the imprisoned comrades across the world, I send all my care in these humble letters, to the comrade Tamara, prisoner in Mexico, to Gabriel Pombo Da Silva, prisoner in Spain, to Marco Camenisch, prisoner in Switzerland, to the always dignied comrades of the Cells of Fire, how I envy your courage, and of course to my comrades of the territory dominated by the state of $hile, to you who I knew in person know that I carry you in my heart everywhere I go, I have never been separated from you because I carry you in my smile; I know that in a letter I could never thank everyone and each one of the actions I hope that it is understood that I do not intend to exclude any one, the forms in which you have been in solidarity with me are many and as diverse as the same struggle, from illegal actions to activities to telephone calls, internet messages, and libertarian songs; nally I want you to know, each and every one of you solidarious rebels that this loco for freedom will Never, never forget you, you were known to be as great as skyscrapers and to strike where it hurts, and above all, you made the stars shine with your courage, and that is something worth imitating. I would like you to know what the solidarity created for me in those days when nothing made sense, when learning to remake my life did not make a bit of sense, because you know I was doing poorly, what happened to me I would wish on very few people because it was horribleand in the greatest darkness there appeared small gestures that pushed me to not give up. How could I betray those who risk their lives to give me encouragement?

And I learned to conquer life anew; I know that you will never know how important you have been. Now I nd myself as strong as ever; prison, far from intimidating me, has made me as strong as in those days; life is paradoxical, because I always said that to have comrades in prison should never motivate one to fear, entirely the opposite it should be the reason for the wick in the bottle of gasoline, for the fuse in the explosive or incendiary charge, for the smile in the insurgent hearts after each day of attack, this I believed before and I still believe it, and now I am the one who nds himself a prisoner, so if my enemies do not succeed in intimidating me when I nd myself in their clutches I see it will be difcult for them to do so with my comrades. I plan to confront the prison in the same way that I confront society with dignity and happiness, never in a submissive way, to, as has been said before, make the prison combative. I tell you that I am in the hospital section of the Santiago 1 prison, here there is a regime similar to that of the maximum security module of the high security prison, but without a yard, without radio, without TV, with one weekly visit of at most 2 people and with the risk of catching the illnesses of other prisoners; the room is shared and is larger than a cell, around here they call it the crazy prison, because to spend much time here is enough to drive you crazy, although I am of the opinion that what does not kill you makes you stronger, also as they say around here, we crazy ones are those who have the most beautiful dreams. I tell you that I do a lot of exercise to recuperate the musculature I lost, I sing a lot, especially the songs that nobody likes, I write letters to my little baby girl every week, sometimes when I have a roommate I play chess or we talk, generally the prisons have much care for me and help me a lot. I rigorously follow my rehabilitation treatment and I try to give myself encouragement when information from the outside is scarce; also I have proposed many projects to myself, I am already working on some, others are for when I have completed my sentence. I think that a rebel becomes a warrior when one is able to get back up stronger than one fell, who is able to see a reality even though one has everything to lose, a warrior does not necessarily have to know how to make a bomb or handle one, nor to have techniques of camouage, these are things one learns by addition, warriors are dangerous for their ideas and principles because they see all the way to the nal consequences, always rm, steadfast, because they do not betray themselves nor their comrades, because they are always aware, because they dont let themselves be carried by fuck-ups or rumor, because if they have problems they confront them, if

they feel pain they cry, and if they are happy they laugh; because they know to live out a full life, though it will not therefore be peacefulthose are the true warriors; now in this war there are many joyful occasions, but there are also moments of bitterness, because it is a war, not a juvenile phase, and to confront the system of domination utilizing these conclusions can carry disastrous consequences and we should know that beforehand, because an error, a small carelessness changes everything, I always say this and this I had understood, therefore I acted according to the terms that I used. Regarding my wounds, they have all healed, unfortunately the marks will always remain but I carry them with the same pride as my tattoos, because they are the best evidence that I am convinced in my idealshow could I not be? I carried that bomb with dreams and hopes and those remain intact. On the other hand, I regret being unable to keep carrying on in the projects that I participated in, understanding that for me there was none that was more valuable than another, each and every one means a contribution to the social war and I yearn that those projects do not go adrift because I am not around, on the contrary I should be another motivation to continue forward, I know that I am not absolved of criticism, because if I formed part of those dreams I should have acted not at 100% of caution, but at 150%. I am sure that my example will close one more chapter and that the new and not-so-new combatants will know to rescue the positive from all this, because the struggle continues and there are too many hearts that do not t in this authoritarian world and want to open a path, because we did it in the past we know how to do so in the present, personally I make a good balance of the anti-authoritarian struggles in the world, one or another diminishes but generally the prognosis looks good. But as much as the struggle advances, the repression will too, and my case will be utilized to reopen the pathetic bombs case frame-up, therefore I make the suggestion to be alert, never to inaction but rather to caution, because my self-criticism can be applied by all, the idea is to share it, nor do I say this as certain science, it is speculation, perhaps they do not intend more frame-ups for fear of looking ridiculous again, or maybe theyll ush down the toilet everything in which which my deed is accredited, so the call is to be well awake, with all 5 senses in the street. To end I want to dedicate some nal lines to that person who traveled with me in the early hours of June 1st. Hermanitx,* I know that my accident must have marked you, perhaps you spend nights without sleeping, in the uncertainty of daily life, Will they nd out it was me? Will they notice

me? Will I wake up tomorrow or will I have died in my sleep? Will I be betrayed? I remember that once I told you that despite the deep hatred I feel toward the wretch who stabbed his compaera, I also believed to understand it one should be in a similar situation, to see if we are as strong as we say, because I have always believed that betrayal is an internal enemy. Now I can tell you with certainty that that little guy has no balls! I also remember that before going out to the street that night I told you that I was going without my Kabbalah, a totally meaningless thing, something that I felt gave me luck, you told me that I was crazy for believing in such things, luckily I brought my other amulet, I am still alive and now we can laugh about that nonsense. Hermanx, I want you to know that although I could never imagine the horrible things that have played with your mind or your heart, I continue to be the same little turtle who smells like feet and sleeps on the oor and I am never going to have to reproach you for anything, because that night it was my turn, just like in past times it had been your turn, if something happens the second person ees, so we had agreed and so it had to be, because although you might many times feel like a traitor, you are not, in this war that we decided to take on there are no words to understand us. I may never see you again, if so, good luck in everything that comes. I said it once and now I say it again with pride: Never defeated, never repentant! From here I send a warm embrace to the people who walk in clandestinity.

Luciano Pitronello Sch. Insurrectionalist Political Prisoner.

Words from Luciano in solidarity with Freddy, Marcelo and Juan

Making the stars shine with our solidarity.
February 29, 2012 The news spread fast and (as it has always had to be) the isolation was not a problem. A call-out for direct solidarity with 3 political prisoners, defendants in the security case. With news that the compaeros were also on hunger strike my response to this situation was immediate, I too am going to go on strike, with astonishment and concern the compaeros who informed me of the situation warned me not to be so crazy, to think things through, more calmly, was I prepared for a hunger strike? In my condition a measure of this nature could be lethal, because I could lose everything gained as far as my health is concerned, and its true What could I do? Send encouraging words without real action of solidarity has never been my style. What importance could a statement have when it lacks the most important? And here I want to be emphatic, the most important thing is to show the compaeros that we are with them, that when they are hungry in prison it affects our lives, this reality, this fake social peace, our everyday lives and the damn bourgeois normality that keeps them prisoners, and that this cannot go unnoticed, because none of this goes overlooked for our compaeros, nor prison, nor hunger, nor the high security module, nor isolation, nor hunger, nor everyday torture by their executioners, nor hunger, nor abuse, nor hunger, nor the extreme vigilance, nor harassment, nor hunger, nor the humidity of those dark corridors, nor violence, nor hunger, nor lack of privacy, nor shackles, nor hunger, nor raids, nor threats, nor hunger, nor dirt, nor cruelty, nor hunger, nor persecution, nor shit, nor hunger, nor hunger, nor hunger, nor hunger So what will we do my compaeros? We wait till the situation cant get worst? Because we think that such a situation can lead to worst? Are we going to react only when the compaeros are at vital risk because one just is not that important or can wait? Since when can a hunger strike in prison wait? Independently of what well know when its over and within our small square heads well consider deceiving ourselves into knowing that

the comrades will not starve to death on this occasion and therefore need not be a priority, there is something called brotherhood that makes the word compaero not sound as empty as often happens. We know this well, rst the vacations, the beach, family, friends, partying, you have extra time? Then I go to the march organized for the compaeros NO! Thats not the social war of which I speak, the social war of which I speak is not present once a week on a calendar or a schedule, because what if for example people who go underground take that attitude? For sure theyd have caught them quite some time ago already. Or if the people who assist the compaerxs in prison would opt for similar positions? Surely in this case much would choose death. Because this type of mediocre consciousness is nothing more and nothing less than a rebel fashion that will come and go, that will be temporary. The social war of which I speak, is present 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, without vacations, without truce, without stopping to recover, and the compaeros on hunger strike today, are part of that small handful of people who take on the social consequences of war on a daily basis. Is it necessary to repeat this? Therefore, we must know to rise to the occasion, and personally I would be ashamed to look into the faces of compaerxs who decided to complicate their lives to the point of having no return to normal life offered by this reality and who sharpened their discourse and praxis under the same considerations as me. For my part from today, Tuesday 21st of February of this year and a year since the mobilization initiated by compaerxs of the bombs case frame up in the form of a hunger strike, I will stop taking 1 of the 3 daily meals, choosing to eat lunch and dinner, depriving myself of breakfast until the end of the mobilization. I know that solidarity fasts are not at all a spectacular action, but I want to express that in the nearly 20 hours without eating from dinner (17:00 hrs) till lunch the next day (12:00 hrs.), the compaeros on hunger strike are with me and I with them. I invite Freddy to get together in an activity that takes place this week, to Marcelo I sing from an extermination and isolation center and to Juan I send one of those tight hugs that he sent me from his own physical impossibility of jail. I also want you to know how easy it would be for me not to stop eating, shielding myself behind my delicate health, always excuses abound, but I want this to be a slap on the wrist of all combatants, if I who am in a really extreme situation am able to show solidarity in a way, our compaerxs across the wall dont have any justication for not leaving even the last drop in the street.

Let the compaeros feel our affection, respect, love and solidarity with all our courage, that these days serve the compaeros in recharging their moral, to feel they are not alone, that when we shout STRENGTH COMPAEROS! they are not empty words. LET THE STARS SHINE WITH OUR SOLIDARITY!! LETS TALK THE SAME LANGUAGE!! SOCIAL WAR!! Luciano Pitronello Sch. Insurrectionist Political Prisoner

The abyss does not stop us. Communique at one year after the Bombing that almost cost me my life
First days of June, 2012

To the conscious rebels; to my companions scattered across the world: A little more than a month has passed since everything changed for me that cold predawn of June 1st last year, and I believe that to not declare myself about it would be to play along with the game that has me here prisoner in the hospital of the Santiago 1 prison, and it would be a dishonor to myself, but above all to you my dear compaerxs who worry about me. I should say: I wanted to make a balance one year from when all this happened, but did not manifest it publicly for two reasons: the rst is because that text was too compromising, and the second and more important in my opinion is because nothing was really analyzed in it, it was only a compilation of frustration, resentment and hatred that raged against everyone, cursing those who ran off, but now I want to do it, I feel the lucidity to be able to deliver some words that I am sure are so deserved. But before beginning, I want to advise you of the reasons for my delay. The days have not been easy, the permanent connement has begun to do its work, and my mood has been terrible, which is why my rst draft of this communique ended up being a compendium of rage and ire; arrogance, aggressiveness and haughtiness began to ourish in my attitudes, and faced with some situations I simply did not recognize myself, but I ght, I ght to continue forward and not betray myself, trying to ght my own self in daily life, reminding myself and not forgetting who I am and why I am here. Well here I go As concerns my wounds and healing it has gone very well, the daily exercises and practice in the manual labor of life have been done, I say this with a great smile, that I have surpassed the disability of knowing myself semi-mutilated; as for my vision it has improved greatly, but I should continue with the ocular treatment for a good time; as for the burns, apart from being all healed many have evolved positively, even so, I should keep using the special compression suit for the burns and the rose hip oil. At least for me, this chapter that has to do with my physical state is closed, happily the bomb did not kill me.

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My emotional state has been weakening over the past days, but this is due to the permanent connement, I know that all prisoners have our highs and lows, so I am optimistic about this situation, after all, the connement cannot be forever, and if it was then they would only have my esh, because my mind and spirit will carry on in the street next to each combatant, smiling and conspiring, and I say this not as a poetic slogan I afrm it as a reality that is reected in the projection of insurgent dreaming where the authoritarian values of domination are crushed in various ways. Prison is hard, I will not deny it, but it is possible to confront it, and we are witnesses of that, myself and each and every one of my companions who have in different ways embraced me to make me know that I am not alone. The exemplary punishment that power boasts so much about is nothing of the sort, at least in my case, since my comrades as well as myself do not have a clue why their media-spectacle is realized successfully, and whats more, the only example we follow here is the one we give ourselves, wielding our best weapon: solidarity. Self-critiques I make many, above all in this episode that is called prison, where I have taken out the worst of myself, for which I humbly beg the pardon of each and every one of the comrades who I have shown my teeth to in one way or another, those I have attacked only for the desire to unload my anger, those I did not want to see/write due to the rage and envy that my condition created in me, and above all, I beg the pardon of everyone who has had to swallow bad faces, disagreeable times and my poor character for the sole fact of wanting to be in solidarity with me. So as I ought to confess I have not been at the height of the circumstances, of your solidarity which is enormous, but here we are ready to move forward, to fall and to get back up again, to learn from the errors this is the idea, right? If I am to make a constructive criticism it would be only that perhaps there is a lack of rst-hand information about what it is to live the consequences of choosing a rebel life, what it means to live in prison and isolation, what this brings with it, understanding more closely the stigma of being considered a terrorist and what goes on with our lives when this happens, familiarizing ourselves more with subjects like clandestinity and exile that are recurrent places in the struggle for freedom in a way that is more real and less imaginary, and nally starting to speak more about torture, the methods the enemy applies, crime as base value for a Statepolice, mutilation as a possibility in the war against authority, pain and agony as part of the life of warriors, and thus each and every one of these difcult possibilities that one can face, beyond speculation and charlatanry. If I am to share my scant, but no less intense, experience in this sense, I would say that the work of prison and isolation have to do more than anything with a moral demotivation, the others start not to matter a bit,

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likewise what is happening outside, you adhere yourself to the prison reality, this is your world now, what do you get from knowing about what is happening outside if you are inside? You start to worry always less about yourself, you do not care about anything, you become contemptuous of others and the environment, you begin to value others efforts to get a smile out of you less and less, because they are not living your nightmare, it follows that you lose the fear of anything because you know that you have lost everything and you are at the bottom of the abyss, you have fucked life, you turn hostile and aggressive, seeking in this way to end everything soon, that the jailers crush you with their batons for the insults you hurl at them every day, and that, if you are lucky, theyll give you a hand and youll end up dead, to nally rest from the psychosis you are carrying or, in the worst case, that other prisoners do this task to show you who has the most balls. When the psychosis of connement advances, gestures of solidarity begin to matter little, you put to yourself emotional traps like Why see importance in a gesture of solidarity if I remain prisoner? or even worse, you articulate phrases like,They are not suffering the consequences like I am, and you curse your luck; but some hard loving and caring slaps are needed to warn us of the toxicity of these thoughts, that is to say, it is really stupid to believe that only we live the consequences of connement, and it is not that one wants for everyone to live these consequences, but the sense of not being alone and helpless makes us strong, therefore, when a comrade falls prisoner it doesnt just have to do with their connement/punishment, there are many noble hearts who decide to accompany the comrade in this new situation, acting in solidarity with him/her, being present, writing, spreading news of their situation, vindicating them in the street, with yers, pamphlets, posters, shouting their name in the demonstration, breaking the symbols of power in their honor, etc. Prison and isolation do their work, you start to dig your own grave and alone you go deeper into it, until you end up hearing phrases so absurd as that you are alone, and the worst of this self-imposed trap is that we ourselves take care of driving off the tools that can help us to not decline, and then, sickly, we complain and get depressed from the forgetfulness we have buried ourselves in, because by now no one remembers us, no one is in solidarity with us, the desperation eats us up inside, and what we think would be our greatest weapon to confront adversity was crushed by the walls of silence, our will shattered, and so your projects become of little relevance, you get discouraged easily, the future becomes uncertain, you start to lose interest in life, and one anguishing night you end up hanging yourself in your cell. So in order to not fall into these kinds of dynamics it is important to observe oneself constantly and to be evaluating ourselves, clinging to the things/people/circumstances that make us well, and distancing ourselves

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from the harmful (as much as possible), because certainly to reach a state of carceral psychosis is not a matter of one day or another, it is a monster that goes on growing in of our minds and hearts with the passing of times, and it is effectively a gradual process that we can become aware of and combat before it is too late. I should say that nobody ever told me what permanent connement meant (much less how to confront it), my most real encounters were the anecdotes of one book or another, and the rest was experienced through my imagination, with this, I am never saying that today I was not ready to assume the costs of the postures I had chosen in life, but it denitely would have been a great help to me. Fine, but at least in my case I have tried to face this arming myself with projects to contribute to, even from my condition, it is important to nd sense in your days, they can be simple things, reading a book and giving your opinion, writing with others who are imprisoned or not, creating music/poetry, learning to draw, exercising your body, etc; but here I make an note, our most important projects, at least in permanent connement, should be those that are needed only from our readiness and will, and therefore, I do not foreclose on the possibility of contributing in projects that are beyond our physical limitations, but one must keep in consideration that these can bring oceans of frustrations with them: someone doesnt come to visit, does not write me back, forgets to bring this or that, that we organize ourselves around certain themes, and if our senses of life are limited in turn to just projects in the street, with a few trip-ups of this kind we will be taken down in terms of morale more or less quickly; therefore I believe that one must maintain two kinds of projects, one that makes us maintain contact with the other side of the wall, and the other that must do more than anything with an individual labor, that can generate itself even in conditions of maximum connement, something that happens in unfortunate cases, be it loss of communication with the outside, or the seizure only of the material we use for our individual projects, so we do not decline in morale. It is important to create support networks for oneself in order to not crumble along the way, to be observant and analyze what the prison reality offers you and to take from it what you deem convenient, which is to say that if the prison keeps you in total isolation you can take advantage of the silence of this situation to read, write or reect, alternatively if it offers you the courtyard you can take advantage of it to exercise or talk with other prisoners (one can always learn something useful), and thus in a substantial way the possibility of elaborating an escape plan or a mutiny always exists independently of the regimen they submit us to.

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If I am to speak about another one of the possible consequences of this war that some ll their mouths with so much, it would be to say that to be recognized as an enemy of authority is not easy, less so when you are labeled as a terrorist in the media, your social environment is affected almost unanimously, family members, friends and comrades take off running, turn their backs on you and often deny they ever knew you, few are the brave who dare to remain with you, the public opinion does its work and through all the possible methods the system tries to isolate you, they dont have to get their hands dirty with the death penalty anymore, these days the methods are more sophisticated and democratic, they make your life cease to have meaning because they distance you from everything that you are a part of, and they dont just do this physically by getting you in a cage, but also psychologically to reduce your convictions, they demonize you collectively, they erase the memory of what you once were and they transform you into a television case, in a failed explosive attack, in a bank robbery with a policeman killed, or into a member of a phantasmic terrorist organization, you are that, you are your letter of presentation, to such an extent that if you dont become aware that you are much more than what the press says, you end up believing it; and the best example can be given by Mauriwhy is he known for an unsuccessful May 22 and has anyone ever heard of the times when he helped some elderly people in his neighborhood with their heavy shopping bags? We ourselves are responsible for reducing him to a date on the calendar. Society strikes you psychically, your days no longer have the sense they did before, you are worth nothing and you are ruining the lives of everyone around you Why keep existing? Why cause more pain? They no longer need to stain their hands with your blood; please, we are civilized people, instead they incite you to nish yourself off, because they have reduced you to a mere episode, you are that, a terrorist who only knows how to create pain around him, and so the best thing you can do is to do your loved ones a favor, that is if you still have anything of a heart left, and end your life. This is the hidden discourse that reproduces our shiny Chilean democracy, there are no longer any revolutionaries, now they minimize us as mere terrorists, because clearly a revolutionary is someone with feelings, with ideas, love of freedom and a companion of the oppressed, that is, someone worth imitating, instead the terrorist is a shadow with impunity who has no heart and is obsessed with the use of violence due to past childhood traumas so how to face this situation? For my part I have learned to keep public opinion at bay, which is usually the opinion of the bourgeois press, with the simple act of analyzing their role one manages to halt much of their discourse, although I will not deny that many times in their work they have hurt me deeply, above

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all when you become aware of these opinions coming from the mouths of people you love, when they are the ones who put you between the spade and the wall: either kill yourself or keep hurting us, wow, how difcult, how intense, then it is your turn to decide, you or they, you or those you love most, and if you choose yourself what sense will life have without them? Will you choose yourself? Do you love them so little? You? Them? The instinct of survival or your love? Which is stronger? Apparently neither is the correct alternative, but I choose my life, if I do not love myself, it is impossible for me to love others. And I end up expelling various persons from my life and from my heart for always, I keep going, alone and wounded like that predawn, confused, with death stalking me and red in ames of ire, life hit me again, but it is only another chapter and I get up again, this time with the help of what was never missing: solidarity. Now I reect on it, one year after the bombing that almost cost me my life, and I do not repent these decisions, the pain was better, like the bomb, it was momentary, but life continued and the suffering of these episodes went diffused with the passing of time, life continues, struggle continues, and what is insurmountable today will tomorrow be nothing more than a story, another chapter in this existence of combat. At this point I have spoken of two possible consequences in revolutionary struggle, prison and being recognized as an enemy of society, but I have not spoken of the consequence that is most noted in my case, the mutilation of our bodies and how we can keep ghting in spite of this. If I am to speak of healing and how the mutilation of our bodies becomes like a cross that one must carry for life, I believe that it is important to point out that each case is particular, having its windows and own difculties. But I suppose that in the nal count there are enough similarities. At rst you are discouraged, it is like a cataclysm that dusted your life away and all beautiful feelings nd themselves under the rubble of mutilation, desires that what happened to you had only been a bad dream that you will soon wake up from, you become obstinate toward the obvious, this could not have happened to you, there must be an explanation, but the only explanation is the one the mirror gives you, the days pass, you get depressed, you think that you will never get past it, you need to ask for help for some basic tasks and this causes you an uncomfortable humiliation, you become hateful and this new situation frustrates you, the people who try to encourage you notice your resignation, life like this does not make sense, but they apply themselves to support you in spite of your mood, you are irritated, you dont want to do exercises or rehabilitate yourself, you want to send everything to the shit,

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take your life away, this seems to be an option, but you are afraid that in the attempt you will end up worse off, you are confused, you cry in the nights of solitude and you make yourself like a wild beast in front of others, you are wounded you know, but you have to heal your heart to be able to start to recover. If you manage to make it this far, you have taken a step forward in the path toward victory, your victory, because this is a battle, now you should arm yourself with patience, frustration is just around the corner, one, two, three, one hundred falls, nobody said it would be easy, but look at yourself, you dont do it very well, but you do it, and alone, without help, a pat on the back, the rest is practice they tell you, if you could do it once, you can do it again, you look around you, physically you are alone, and you accomplish it: you smile. How long has it been since you smiled? You dont need to show it to anyone, you have shown it to yourself, you are a warrior giving one of your best ghts, you resign yourself not to die, this is for the brave, a few more stumbles, ridicule from the usual suspects, reality takes care of putting you on the uphill, you lay it on yourself, it is difcult, but you already did not renounce yourself, that is a fact, you look back, youve come a long way to collapse here, now you have reasons to continue, you cannot fail all of them, the who you love and who want to see you happy, but above all, you cannot fail yourself, you told yourself this once when things were difcult, you are a warrior for life, and you clench your teeth against the shame, sometimes you say horrible things, you are implacable in front of yourself, other times you feel the proudest in the world, you did not fall in spite of everything, the days move forward, you start to take in the ritual of all this, you no longer turn sour before your reection, you begin to accept it, you learn things that are new for this context, but not so new for life itself, you relearn to learn, things now are seen in a different nuance and one afternoon with the sun still as company you set the ultimatum, if I do not remake my life by this date then I will not go on with this madness Finally you persist, you manage to get past it, that date arrives when you have to make the evaluation of your performance and the smile on your face reveals that you have passed the text with success and excellence, then you do not feel disabled nor incapacitated, nor anything, you are another warrior, ready to face anything. As for what concerns my case in particular, I suppose that what happened to me was what happens in the majority of serious accidents, I wanted to seek a rapid and simple solution (death), but some provoked me, some very rudely, at least they tried to, and so, clinging to solidarity

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I kept on until the recovery began to give its rst results, now with this background I got it into my head that I could get myself up out of this fall, I remember that the stubbornness and obstinacy played much in my favor, since there were people who did not give a shit about my recovery (including medical specialists), but in the end I would make the best judgment myself, it would only a question of time, I also remember that I went through many embarrassments that I would prefer not to disclose hahaha, and these happened because I went against time in my recovery, I tried to do/ practice everything, even without having rehearsed things, and I say that I went against time because I wanted to go into the prison as recovered as possible, I did not want to even think of a prison guard assisting me, I luckily that never happened. After going into the prison on November 22 with a tight stomach and high morale, I prepared to take advantage of this new situation of total connement to nish with rehabilitating completely, and there was no lack of times when they ridiculed me for my physical condition, but in the face of these situations I bit my tongue and thought that sooner or later they would regret their jokes, because I knew better than anyone that they were spitting at the sky, soon I would be totally recovered and they would not dare to speak to me that way; the time passed, I took my time, I went as slow as a turtle, I exercised every day without a break, whether it was cold or hot, I was disciplined with myself, and it was a question of practice, patience and perseverance (the 3 Ps like I told you) to nd myself totally recovered, and well, here I am, look at me one year after the bombing that almost killed me. Who said that I would bite the mud of humiliation forever? Who said that I would be defeated for the rest of my life? Who said that the struggle does not make us great? If my ideas can bring me to lose my life, they can also bring me to recover it, that was always my gamble, and so I have thrown myself with all my strength into the ght, because I recognize in it the greatness to break the chains, and it is a matter of observing me in the everyday to conrm this assertion, if with telling you that I can even thread a needle, like this, as I am, with 8 of the 10 ngers of my hands, I can tie my shoelaces, cook, wash, make nice origami cubes and if it pleases me I can even carry out all the tasks that I did before, clearly, the only small difference is that it takes me a little longer, but that is such a small detail, so insignicant if you compare with how close I was to death, with what passed over, because after everything I always knew it, for revolutionaries impossibilities do not exist, and my splendid recovery is proof of that.

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What matters is to never lose the spirit of struggle, not ever, it does not matter how terrible things look, but while your mind and your heart do not betray you the rest becomes mere detail, our bodies can weaken, it is true, but what makes us great has nothing to do with esh and bones, what turns us into giants are our convictions, our spirit of knowing that we do what is correct. Now, I write these lines not only to warn of the awful consequences that revolutionary struggle can bring with it, I also do it to contribute in the creation of new and not so new methods for confronting the difcult journeys that we can carry our decisions along. And And it is that on this occasion I can contribute with some examples, through which I encourage other comrades to share their experiences, since the possibilities of struggle are innite, madness, rape, exile, mutilation, victory, torture, clandestinity, laughter, imprisonment, pain, betrayal, amnesia, dependency, beatings, humiliation, death, all of these, none, others, and so many more, and how many of the warriors in the street today who ght against power and its designs know this? That is, how prepared are we to assume the costs of the social war if we do not know these kinds of things? Can we speak of not repenting without having all this in consideration? Do we understand the signicance of prison? What it brings with it? Or do we comprehend what it carries when a comrade is mad? How far do we understand the consequences of declaring ourselves enemies of the State/Capital? In a struggle against the system in its totality, we have everything to lose, and do we accept these conditions before we embark on the search for our dreams? I am of the idea of knowing what one is involved in, so as to also know to abide by the consequences, assuming them and coming out gracefully through them, because otherwise what happens is what a dear and close compaera warned of: we turn ourselves into the worst propaganda of struggle. If we think carefully, it should not surprise us that many comrades of before have chosen self-exile as a response to some of these consequences, and it really very difcult to continue the ght in an area where through the media and socially the system cries for your annihilation, in the end how can one confront the system when it is obsessed with confronting you, having you individualized, located and pointed out? Now, I believe that if it is indeed true that the exile of before served to hide behind the comfort of a normal life, far from the criminalization of revolutionary ideas, today, and with the validity of the proposal of the comrades of the Conspiracy of Cells of Fire, of arming an International Revolutionary Front, it remains

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clear that it does not matter whether we nd ourselves prisoners, exiles in another region, or clandestine on another continent, the struggle is only one and it surpasses the barriers of nations and borders, because independently of the language we speak or the idiosyncrasies that differentiate us, the struggle continues to be against structures of power, against the values of authority and against the logic of exploitation and domination, bonding us in this way with each and every one of the warriors who ght for the same objective as ourselves: freedom. I recognize myself in the internationalist struggle, since I know rst-hand its excellent results, which is why I take advantage of this instance to unite myself to the proposal of the comrades in Greece, embracing the initiative of the FAI/FRI as a project that appeals to the same criteria as I, hoping that this communique can be a true and real contribution, above all for the comrades who live in situations similar to mine and/or to those who in an unwanted future will have to pass through this. If I am to make a balance of all this, one year after the bombing that almost cost me my life, my result is positive, very positive, and I will not deny that things were difcult, because there were days dark as the depths of the sea, when everything was crumbling around me, my life as I had constructed it went to shit, but this helped me, with the pain caused, to learn that all this I had built I had not made sufciently solidly as to endure the praxis of my discourse, if family, friends, comrades and lovers took off ying away from my side, to speak much more profoundly than just physically, to see myself in this situation where many thought that it would be better for me to just sink alone before I would take more people down with me, since they believe that I would never get back up from this, if all these people underestimated me because in their smallness they thought that they themselves wouldnt be able to stand such a fall as mine, today they are not at my side, it is only for their mediocrity, because know this: I do not lack the affection to forgive them, after everything, not one of us was prepared for this. But for all the rudeness of my words and life, there was no lack of gestures of love and absolute dedication, making me know that in spite of everything they were with me, in the good and in the bad, until the end, reafrming bonds already forged, perhaps only with incredulous gazes of companionship, with one or another conversation walking around the block, sharing a snack or fraternally criticizing each other on the bench of a plaza. Power wanted me out of the ght, they wanted to suspend me eternally in June 1st 2011, and they even try to do it today, it is something to observe

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why I am known and where I nd myself, but for me none of this is over, I will continue, I will get up, I will show my claws again and I will keep ghting, confronting the enemy constantly, as in my best times, because I am not a warrior who must be remembered with longing, I am another companion, another one of the pack, only in the bowels of the prison beast, all that differentiates me from the companions in the street is the situation that we face, but if you are able to risk your freedom and even life in the struggle that bonds us, why should it be different for me? One year after the failed attack on the Santander bank branch, I have raised myself with ferocity, I won, even though I sit on the bench of the accused, because I knew to take the reigns of my life with my own hands, I triumphed in the face of the life of commerce that they want to impose on us and in the face of death as the only exit, but this victory is not only mine, what arrogance it would be on my part to believe so, because if it were not for the bold comrades who dared to send me their encouragement and care, know this for certain that today I would not be writing these lines, and so, we, the combatants of the new urban guerrilla, are their defeat. To all those beautiful people who understand that the social war is much more than bombs, bullets and benzine, and who know that solidarity is much more than a hobby to invest your free time in, to all those who cannot pacify their dreaming while they know that one of their own is suffering, to those who if they did not have the free time kept looking for it, skipping work or class because they know that it depended on them to raise a comrades morale, to all those who took on the fun and exciting adventure of conquering freedom, to the comrades of the FAI/FRI, to my dear friend Reyhard Rumbayan (Eat), who with his noble gestures has brought me strength when I was weak, to all those absolved of the bombs case frame-up, whose freedom meant a smile for me when it seemed it would be a torment, to the comrades of the Conspiracy of Cells of Fire, who with their dignity motivate me to continue ghting, to Gabriel Pombo da Silva, Marco Camenisch, and to all the comrades investigated and arrested in the repressive raid against the anarchist movement in Italy, to Mauri who taught me that a wolf clenches his jaw even after death, to the autonomous collectives who attack with decisiveness, to the companions who are clandestine, exiled or hostage, to the brave solidarians, to the conscious rebels, to all of you I dedicate these lines, I send you a warm embrace and I owe you the determination of keeping me alive, because you have to know, you were oxygen when there was none.

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Because when you shouted strength compaero I felt stronger than ever! Because neither prison nor agony nor death will detain us! Long live the International Revolutionary Front! Long live the Informal Anarchist Federation! Death to the State! The struggle continues! Toward victory, always!

Luciano Pitronello Sch. Insurrectionalist Political Prisoner.

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II.
Letters from the Lovers & Friends of Tortuga

A letter, a drawing and a song for Tortuga

February 22, 2012 Today I write from indomitable moorings, referring not necessarily to the physical and temporal place in which I nd myself, but rather to places inside of me that intimately connect with someone else, in a space where despite the distance you feel another living being palpating so close, as if they breathe in your ear, so much so that the allusion to their image becomes sensation, conscience and action, in subtle aspects that put me in conict with the reality that I cohabit with my dear companions, aspects that shelter me and inspire me in all the possible and beautiful forms. From these moorings of active memory and living magic, it is primitive and peculiar that I with my little cub give you a tiny bit of our experience with you, materialized in letter and drawing. By experience, I do not only refer to the distorted image that the cathode rays or the ink show of you, but to the conjunction of perspectives and circumstances that surround you: to the persons who watch over you and keep you alive in word and in action, crossing all languages and realities, imitating the volcanoes of the Pacic Ring of Fire, emanating ardent magma through all the places where your name has been raised and your integrity uplifted, and of the rest who hoist the words of the unshakable ones to those who have esteemed and embraced your sensibility. Also, it is the immense standardized majority who seek to justify their unbearable normality by using the spectacular image that the Department of Newspeakin the Orwellian sensehas convened to create around you, an image demanded and projected at the command of those who use and enjoy the system and the collective misery of the techno-productive society that we have arrived at. And as we say, we of your pack, your friends and lovers, we would like to embrace you, to lick the beautiful marks of your daring, your little raccoon eyes and play with your curls, which my little one says make you look like the little prince Antoine Saint-Exupery and with a smile I say that you are his distant cousin, and that you probably have more than one thing in common. We also send strength to those who maintain your space of information in particular, and the rest of the spaces in which we are able to interact I hope you may know the fundamental and invaluable role that you have been playing! you have known to keep our sisters and brothers free! because there is

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no defeat worse than forgetting, regret, letting fear bury us in inaction, in guarding oneself and hoping the danger passes, my experience tells me that they end by guarding themselves forever and awaiting with regret (such good Christians) the sentences of our poor comrades, because if its this way, we give to power what it has always sought: the ability to manage our freedom in all its dimensions: physical, mental and spiritual, and for that, as I see it, there is nothing to speak about. Because, Luciano, I feel myself a prisoner when I see the images of the prison, when I see the feasting of the beasts around you, when I see the acceptance and even the glorication of the prison-work, because you within the dungeons remind me that a great part of me is also prisoner and conditioned, and so I see this work that your brothers/sisters do as important: They keep you outside, in active memory, not in that pitiful and passive memory of adjusting to reality, of embracing hope in institutions; we do not want that reductionist and conformist memory, nor do we need it, leading the regret that some persons publicly show for your situation. Also we would like to embrace those who are able to question (themselves) deeply and radically, from the inside to the outside, the circumstances that have touched us to share. With this idea of maintaining communication and interaction in order to break with the isolation, I want to respond to a couple of ideas that Luciano has put forward in his communiques: Powers ambition with my trial is for the seora of the house to tell her little rebel that this is how idealists meet their end, those who dare to dream, to even think, that it begins with the rebellion proper to youth and if it goes unchecked it can end in terrifying consequencesto justify by means of my example the prison system, the repression for the good of our children and the future. For those of us whove had the opportunity of sharing constantly with children, through sharing in an upbringing or directly by being fathers or mothers, we see the means of standardized uniformation of our little ones with their values in schools, nurseries, and very strongly in their spaces of leisure, invading their bodies and minds with specic structures of language and technocratic rationality, rejecting all the other approximations of reality that some cultures know well: intuition, sensations, perception of touch and smellinstinct in its wild statemany times embracing silence before ones words; with this I do not mean to deny language as a medium, but rather to understand it as one possibility among others, and clearly with many limitations.

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As for the making an example that Luciano speaks of, it only remains for me to mention that my little sprout knows about you, knows your story through a tale full of lessons and characters, knows about the wild turtles, knows that to embrace certain bodies of light, even if only for milliseconds, can be innitely more pleasurable than to embrace normality for eternity, knows about adventure, wild joy and of course also the risks, risks that are taken on without fear, with love and in freedom. This is my way of breaking the silence, by seeking to share with a wild child the situations and characters that can appear in ones step from these moorings. It seems to me a good way of not falling into things that seem so harmful for little kids, like formation and alienation, the lifting up of heroes, martyrs or images to follow. But it has happened that s/he already found out that one of the characters from the stories has a correlation in reality, and to this I responded with a complicit smile and from that came this gesture, magical in itself, like the exquisite moments between Miguel of Unamuno and his characters. I also feel (and then think) that I am not interested in forming the child in your or my ideas or practices, nor anyones, but rather creating developing his/her instinct and intuition, feeling and thinking, and if some day our peculiarities channel us toward the same sea, I will embrace her/ him with the complicity and wild joy of those who meet on paths with no turning back.

As this poem says: I have embraced eroticism and rejected pornography, I have embraced the day and the not-waiting, incinerated the commercial representation of life and the religious notion of hope and deferral Making myself a lover of life and not of the opportunities of life, loving the here and the now, not the somewhere else or later. Because from now I have decided to enjoy my life and that of others as the spontaneous combustion of millions of leaves guided by the winds of pleasure, as the dead feed the earth and the earth feeds life
I would end by crying out and demanding your freedom, but that would be too proud and naive, because I know that you will never allow them to take it from you, at least not in its most essential forms. That freedom, as someone said, is like a call, a spirit and that, my brother, you have already snatched from society. And I also know that the rest of those who are in this somewhat more ample prison will not allow you to ever feel alone. You will feel our love, do not doubt that my dear friend, in all

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the uncountable gestures that will come and which are already gestating and materializing, for the liberation of your earthly body and that of all living beings subjugated and domesticated by civilization, especially in the prisons. The spontaneous action of those who do not wait for the objective and subjective conditions of those who speak of them so much, will be gestating exponentially, as you say it well, with solidarity as the rst link in a domino effect, like the potenciating effect that chaos theory teaches us: the uttering of a butterys wings can change the entire conditions of life. Action that surges and will surge from the same instinct and intuition, from the call of Miyazakis Spirit of the forest and Morales Rayencita and its Spirit of the River. Finally, remember that the letters, drawings, responses and any type of interaction with brothers/sisters is much more than a symbolic gesture, it is a real and direct action that snatches the clutches of isolation and solitude from our brothers/sisters, because power is going to think about memory and active action, twice, three times, or a thousand times before it holds the indomitables in the Dantesque dungeons, as a result of this beautiful effect called solidarity, which expands chaotically like the roots of the trees silently destroying plumbing and bringing down buildings. I would like to share songs with you, and I hope that we will some day, me on my guitar and the little one on the xylophone, while we kiss your eyes, caressing your face and playing with your little curls, we will tuck you in and put you to sleep with them under the stars after a beautiful day delighting in the nothing after a beautiful day of having enjoyed the fruits of the garden of peculiarities. For now I leave you the written form of a song on the little drawing that we are sending you, and typed below in case you cant read my handwriting. A wild child and another who seeks to return to these.

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They have cornered you, dear heart, they await your disavowal, the only defeated, dear heart, are the ones who do not ght Do not surrender, free heart, do not surrender do not let them, dear heart, extinguish your joy, mend with a dream, dear heart, your badly-wounded wings Do not surrender, free heart, do not surrender, And remember, dear heart, borderless youth, the touch of life, dear heart, the esh of springtime, Do not surrender, free heart, do not surrender they are mistaken, dear heart, with fragile chains, more wind than roots, dear heart, destroy them and y Do not surrender, free heart, do not surrender Do not hear them, dear heart, nor let their voices overwhelm you, you will be complicit and slave, dear heart, if you heed them. Forward, dear heart, without fear of defeat, to endure is not to live, dear heart, to live is something else.

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Solidarity

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Olympia, WA: Attack on Washington Loggers Association building; International call for libratory earth violence
On the night of June 11th in the sleepy town of Olympia, WA, we laid waste to the Washington State Loggers Association building, breaking out all 24 of their windows and leaving the painted message YOU ARE NEVER SAFE. GO LOG IN HELL (A). Roughly a decade after the fervent period of Earth Liberation activity that occurred in the late 90s and early 2000s, we nd ourselves in a far more hopeless situation, immersed in an ever-deepening desert. Some cling to the idea of hope and others view this as nothing more than a deceitful delusion. Neither narrative concerns us. What truly concerns us is that the living world around us is dying, and that the strength of our heart atrophies through inaction. How many of us feel disgust being embedded in a concrete jungle, a suburban wasteland, an ocean of meaninglessness? How many of us mourn the yawning devastation of a clearcut? While smashing out two dozen windows was only a humble act of revenge in the face of the wholesale destruction of wild life, comrades, let us cease to be eaten up inside by our unactualized rage! This is an international call to wage war on all those who prot from the rape of the earth. We greatly embrace and encourage those whose seeds of ferocious intentions have lain dormant thus far to burst forth and raze the cities to the ground. Those cities depend on an empire, a civilization that depends on the ensnarement and suppression of a wild world of meaning and beauty. For every action there is a reaction. So as civilization abuses and mistreats re, re will abuse civilization. Throughout modern history cities have burned Rome burned. The civilized order will come to know the true purifying power of re soon enough. Like wildres whipping through forests clearing out all the dead wood, making room for new growth to emerge. Civilization will perish in a restorm, clearing the way for like to sprout and grow unmolested. This was done in solidarity with Marie Mason and Eric McDavid, Luciano Tortuga, the Kimki Forest Defenders, all ELF and ALF

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prisoners and ghters, the Individuals Tending Towards the Wild, the still imprisoned Ted Kaczynski (Unabomber), and all those who acted in vengeance, in deance, and who got away. May you forever run free. FOR THE TERRIFYING FREEDOM! LONG LIVE ALL EARTH WARRIORS!

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Peru: Visual propagada for Mauri, Tortuga and the prisoners
June 13, 2012 And my song is not the song of mourning and my song is not the song of protest, this song that I sing is a song of combat; And this song of the street is a song of struggle that is sung in this land, and this song is a song of war. - Mauricio Morales. Somewhat belatedly, or for us not since there is no date to remember Mauri and all the fallen warriors who kept themselves in the rejection and permanent combat with this system of exploitation; we act in solidarity with those who go on the offensive in accordance with their convictions, and today nd themselves imprisoned, held hostage by power. In the early hours of Sunday the 11th, taking advantage of the nights complicity and the spontaneity of our actions. We show our remembrance of the comrade Mauricio Morales and our solidarity with the comrade Tortuga who continues resisting the repression of the $hilean state and the media spectacle that the bourgeois press wielded against him. the banner reads: "A warrior fallen in combat is an eternal call to ght" Using memory as a weapon. Multiplying anti-authoritarian propaganda.

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Reproducing the gestures of solidarity with David Lamarte, Carla Verdugo, Ivan Silva, Luciano Pitronello, the prisoners of the Security Case, and all the prisoners of the world! Freedom to the comrades taken hostage in Bolivia!

International Revolutionary Front Informal Anarchist Federation Cell of Iconoclastic Action In total rejection of the conditioning of our lives.

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Chile: Solidarity grafti one year since Tortugas accident
June 7, 2012 One year since the accident that still wrenches our chests, we went into the streets to spread the name of our brother and with a minimal gesture among many gestures, to again act in solidarity with the comrade Luciano Pitronello. For the multiplication of propaganda, attack and every form of offensive agitation and diffusion against capital! Freedom to the comrades held hostage in Bolivia! Freedom to Carla Verdugo, Ivn Silva, Luciano Pitronello, the compas of the Security Case, David Lamarte and all the prisoners of the world!

Osvaldo Sols Soto Cell / FAI FRI

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Argentina: Claim of responsibility for bomb threat against Falabella branch

May 31, 2012 By means of this communique we claim responsibility for the bomb threat made on May 22nd to a branch of the $hilean business Falabella located within the disgusting center of mass consumption. With this action we remember our brother Mauricio Morales, since we do not cry for our dead nor make monuments to them, instead they live in the ames of revolt, in each attack against the established order. We also take this opportunity to send a fraternal-revolutionary greeting to all the prisoners of the $hilean state: To the compas of the Security Case, Marcel Villarroel, Freddy Fuentevilla and Juan Aliste. Embraces for Carla and Ivan and much strength for Tortuga and for all those who are in insurgent clandestinity. Tremble, executioners! We will not let you sleep even a second! We will be your nightmares! It will not always be a false alarm you know this very well. Fire to the State! Ensuring day after day that Anarchy lives!

Some Savages for Generalized Disorder / FAI

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Ecuador: Bruno Fillipi Cell of Iconoclastic Individuals of FAI/IRF attacks Coca Cola bottling industry
May 23, 2012 Id like to lay down in a soft bed, fragranced with roses Watch out for thorns, they tell me. And what do I care? Given that thorns are not lacking in life, I prefer those of roses that give so much joy along with the pain.

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Today, Tuesday May 22nd 2012, at 3:00 AM we placed an explosive device which contained 3 sticks of dynamite in the electric energy source of one of the primary vertebrae of the capitalist system: the bottling industry of Coca-Cola located on Av. Juan Tanca Marengo Km 4.5 in the city of Guayaquil. We have heard it and read it, that phrase resonating every time greater in our heads, and in this opportunity as in the future ones, we neither image nor want nor could remain paralyzed: This time upright, proud and dignied we furiously add our cry to the unison of the indomitable spirits: NO WARRIOR IS ALONE. That no warrior is alone, that solidarity between anarchists is more than a written word, that memory is never lost!, we go due to the same sense that those words draw out in us, because it is the voice of our brothers and sisters who call to us, it is the blood that demands to be liberated, that ferociously shouts and wildly revenges, and again we cannot nor want to be deaf to that voice. Since 2009, May 22 will never be a normal day, it cannot be a normal day for those who declare themselves in permanent war on the system, it will never be a normal day for those who feel close to one who gave expression to his life with the same attack, to the indomitable contradiction: to MAURICIO MORALES DUARTE, Punki Mauri; who like each one of those who delve into the attacks against power knew the fate that is latent in this, here there are only two certain ways: DEATH OR PRISON. And he took it on as such, as the inevitable, without lowering the gaze, without doubt, without casting lots. In the same way that we carry the whole soul tattooed in our principles. Beautiful and voracious is the way of this war, beautiful and voracious in all its branches and in all its tactics, inaccessible to the bland in spirit and idea. For them only remains the elite critique, the university reasoning, the non-life of citizenry, the work with the enemy. There are certain individuals or cells who loudly proclaim: we do not need dates, we are the negation of sense or etc. Well who cares, regardless of whether one believes each cell or individual, we do not remain calm on this and other days when our brothers and sisters have fallen, when the powder, the dynamite, the anfo, the books and bullets do not sufce us, because they are part of us and because at the time we are all part of a legacy of indomitable and implacable spirits who decisively confront authority. On this occasion we also want to greet the compas of the CCF; Eat and Billy; Rami Syrianos; compa Tortuga and the compas in Chile; the cells

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that dont give up in Chile, Greece, Bolivia, Peru and Italy; the prisoners everywhere and those who have gone into clandestinity, strength for all of you! Punki Mauri, your desire for freedom is a bomb that is contagious! We walk in the night with a sun in our minds and with two great stars of gold at our burning eyes

Bruno Fillipi Cell of Iconoclastic Individuals Very proud members of the FAI-FRI

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Milwaukee, WI: Two banks attacked in solidarity with Tortuga
May 14, 2012 3 windows at the downtown M&I bank and 2 Windows at chase bank in downtown, smashed in solidarity with Luciano Tortuga. To our little turtle, We take strength knowing you have reclaimed silence from the state, and hope that our news reaches you in good spirit. It is too long that our city sits in the stasis of melancholy. Some of us have lost our taste for the hipster comforts, and others can no longer drown themselves in carlo rossi. Our coping mechanisms no longer satisfy our taste for nothingness. we risk our comfort for you. Our love with struggle stretches beyond space and time little one. Recover soon,

Network of Wisconsin Snapper Turtles.

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Chile: Explosive device placed in police mausoleum in Temuco

May 3, 2012 WE FUCK ON YOUR DEATHS, FUCKING COPS In the early hours of Tuesday May rst at around 4 AM we left an explosive package between the wall of Carrera St and the police pantheon in the Temuco cemetery located on Balmaceda St. A re extinguisher with close to 400 grams of gunpowder and two cans of propane gas was set by a watch mechanism so that it would activate some minutes after being left, at around 4:30 AM since at this time the trafc of persons is low, and it was thought no one would end up hurt. Apparently something failed and the package did not activate. It is still there. Because no prisoner is forgotten, nor will we stop. Marcelo Villarroel, Fredy Fuentevilla, Juan Aliste, Luciano, Carla Verdugo, Ivn Silva, Mauricio Hernandez Norambuena. Prisoners at war of the world TO THE STREET!!! DOWN WITH THE LAW LONG LIVE FREEDOM DESTRUCTIVE LUMPEN

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Argentina: Claim for arson attacks on luxury vehicles
April 24, 2012 On April 14 at 3 PM, we left an incendiary device made of gasoline and a retardant fuse that burned two luxury cars in Luis Vile and Cucha Cucha. We continue giving re in the city of Buenos Aires, as we said we would, after the social alarm that intends to make every citizen into a police hero at the service of the community.

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Today civilization is coming to be a society of control of sustainable production. This means an adjustment of the screws that impose order through force. The police service promises to spread in society; our free and wild instinct goes on the march at the same moment as well. They cannot stop us, we do not ght so that the Earth will have its freedom and nothing more, nor to improve our conditions in life. We use money for the destruction of their materialization. To comrade Tortuga imprisoned in Chile. To comrade Billy imprisoned Indonesia. To comrade Luca seriously wounded in Italy. Health!

Friends of the Earth FAI

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Chile: Communique on the aftermath of the Banco Chile arson
April 17, 2012 Comrades, we decided to write in response to a degree of uncertainty weve noticed that expanded word-of-mouth following our last attack (on March 20th, 2012) on a bank branch in Chilln, $hile, where we happily turned a large part of the bank to ashes; we cannot forget to mention that this was part of the day of solidarity with our brother Luciano Pitronello, but we know what intrigued was the news that circulated in the local mercenary Press, in which echoed how individuals of our cell were reportedly injured in that action. We dont deny it happened, but to appease those anonymous in other parts of the territory, pervaded by anguish and doubt: the comrades have already recovered and learned from the particular act not to not repeat the action, but to take precautions, since at the time the hatred and the decision failed to complement the planning.

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We now look forward to more experience of war, with our hearts swollen like a stone calling upon the anarchic and wild re, which will soon be spread as a bad weed throughout the civilization that gives life to structures and authoritarians of Chilln and the world. Freedom to Tortuga, Freddy, Marcelo, Juan and the recently abductees Ivan Silva and Carla Verdugo! Fire to authority and its prisons! The words are nothing, action is everything! We are everywhere, we will communicate soon! From some place in the $hilean region

Informal Anarchist Federation / Efran Plaza Olmedo Incendiary Cell

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Mexico: Claim of responsibility for incendiary attack on ASE patrol
April 16, 2012 Let us therefore trust the eternal Spirit which destroys and annihilates only because it is the unfathomable and eternal source of all life. The passion for destruction is a creative passion, too!

M. Bakunin
Last night we went out to the streets with the clear intention of violating their social peace, of breaking the order constituted by passivity, conformism and the ambition for power of societys fort. At around 11:30 PM we placed two incendiary devices with retardant on a patrol car of the State Security Agency (ASE) that we found parked in front of the command located in the Juan Escutia neighborhood around Texcoco Av at the boundaries of Netzahualcyotl City and the Federal District [Mexico City]. In the area we also left a grafti vindicating the FAI!

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We attack with re the properties of the security forces of the State/ Capital just as we would attack with shootings and bombings those minions of power. The conict against authority is also in the peripheral barrios of the city, we do not pretend to take off the systems head with an action, this is the daily war for freedom and individual vindication. May they burn wherever they are found! in Polanco or Santa Fe, in Netzahualcyotl City or Ecatapec! May the whole world destroy their own oppressions and set the city on re! The conict is in the streets and comes along with incendiary discourses which incite the breaking with the chains of thought and action that incite, give, and impose pacism and non-violence! Solidarity with the compaero Tortuga! Solidarity with Gabriel Pombo Da Silva! Solidarity with Braulio Duran! Solidarity with the compas recently repressed in Italy! Against the police: incendiary attacks every day! Against the State/Capital: Social war on all fronts! Long live anarchy! Cell for the Violent and Immoderate Attack against Power / Informal Anarchist Federation

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Paint Bomb Attack on Royal Bank of Canada (RBC): Guelph, ON, Kanada
Around March 15th, 2012 we paid a visit to the Willow West RBC branch and attacked both drive-thru ATMs with paint bombs. We have nothing but contempt for these capitalist institutions that uphold and perpetuate the forced conditions and misery of this society. Let us not forget, (nor forgive!) that it is largely the banks that act as nancial advisors as well directly nance the State's projects and systems of social control. For example, RBC currently has its' greasy paws in the Toronto South Detention Centre in Mimico, ON acting as the nancial advisor to ITS (EllisDon & Fengate Capital) who are constructing the prison. This small gesture of revolt is dedicated to all of the G20 prisoners/ defendants & to ALL of the imprisoned international anti-authoritarians - especially the dignied Luciano "Tortuga" Pitronello. Solidarity is our strength! In Resistance to State & Capital!

Revolutionary Anarchists

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Solidarity poster, and invitation to international week in support of Luciano
March 6, 2012 If anyone is interested in making propaganda, please make it and send it. And not only with Tortuga, there are the kids of the Security Case, Mono and the other imprisoned kids of the street struggle, the kids of the 14A Bombs Case, and Diego and Gabi. We invite you to during the week in which the trial is prepared against Luciano [the week of March 20], to make an international week in moral support of our cub. We will receive notices for activities during that week. To furiously roar for Lucianos freedom. We want you here and now, free and wild.

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Peru: Solidarity action with Tortuga and the Security Case prisoners
March 30, 2012 If the objective is to destroy domination, silence and forgetting, any solidarity act that does not compromise with power is valid and necessary. Last Thursday. Using a tire and one of the areas guard shacks, we decided to take it as an item to blockade the street, and dousing it with liters of gasoline, we set re and threw leaets in solidarity with the insurgent comrade Tortuga, who is imprisoned for directly attacking the elements of capital, risking his very life. And even though his legal hearing was postponed, the insurgent cells are not going to remain with our arms crossed and will continue spreading solidarity action by means of attacks against power until seeing you wild and free. STRENGTH, COMRADE TORTUGA! FREEDOM TO THE PRISONERS OF THE SECURITY CASE! END TO THE BOMBS CASE FRAME-UP! * We wish to make a clarication with respect to Walter Bond (now Abdul Haqq), for what was spread by some blogs (such as Culmine), that our actions have a religious bias that they have maybe even shown us as some religious radicals. We do not show a position partial to any religious sect, because as anti-authoritarians, we reject religion as such. The solidarity act in which Walter Bond was mentioned was for someone who in that moment was for us a solitary warrior of the ALF, who carried the ideas and actions of the insurgent vision and not from the religious view that he now carries. On the other hand, the solidarity shown came from another date, a date on which he had not yet changed posture. Receive our greetings.

Informal Anarchist Federation / International Revolutionary Front Group of Revolutionary Cells of Informal Organization Cell of Iconoclastic-Insurrectional Action

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Guelph, ON: Communique for attack on RBC bank branch

March 27, 2012 Around March 15th, 2012 we paid a visit to the Willow West RBC branch and attacked both drive-thru ATMs with paint bombs. We have nothing but contempt for these capitalist institutions that uphold and perpetuate the forced conditions and misery of this society. Let us not forget, (nor forgive!) that it is largely the banks that act as nancial advisors as well directly nance the States projects and systems of social control. For example, RBC currently has its greasy paws in the Toronto South Detention Centre in Mimico, ON acting as the nancial advisor to ITS (EllisDon & Fengate Capital) who are constructing the prison. This small gesture of revolt is dedicated to all of the G20 prisoners/ defendants & to ALL of the imprisoned international anti-authoritarians especially the dignied Luciano Tortuga Pitronello. Solidarity is our strength! In Resistance to State & Capital!

Revolutionary Anarchists

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Chile: Noise bomb against the Center for Social Reinsertion in Puerto Montt
March 25, 2012 On the night of Wednesday, March 21 in the city of Puerto Montt, a noise device was installed in the Center for Social Reinsertion (CRS), Special Unit of Gendarmera of $hile, and two slogans were left on the walls: DOWN WITH THE PRISON WALLS / LUCIANO TORTUGA TO THE STREET! With this minimal gesture we wanted to disrupt the tranquility of the gendarmes who were there at the time, as well as act in solidarity with the comrade Luciano, who hopefully by means of this greeting feels the sound of propaganda and action.

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With this we also want to make a call to extend the bonds of afnity between those who do not conform themselves with the imposed normality, bringing their will to the street, solidarity to practice and discourse to action. For the concretion of agitation against power in all its forms and from all territories dominated by the States of the world! STRENGTH TO THOSE PERSECUTED BY POWER AND AUTHORITY!!! LUCIANO PITRONELLO: TO THE STREET, COMR ADE!!! MAURICIO MOR ALES PRESENTE!!!

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Chile: Claim of responsibility for incendiary attack against Banco de Chile in Chilln
March 22, 2012 In the early hours of this March 20, the date set for the hearing of our brother Luciano Pitronello, we directed ourselves with hatred and rage toward a Banco de Chile branch located on Av. Collin (Chilln), coming there loaded with ammable material, two minutes were sufcient for our anarchic and wild re to illuminate the night. The economic losses were surely in the millions, and right now the ridiculous police must be pathetically searching for evidence, but we here very close and very far away are laughing at how easily our re destroyed the symbol of domination, of exploitation, of misery and inequality in the world. May this attack be a threat and a warning of the many that remain to be executed; our re will continue to spread to any structure that gives life to this authoritarian and oppressive system, and we will not delay in seeing burn any individual who exercises disgusting authority or their lackeys, who are the cops and ratsif anyone is going to die, it will be you. And let it be clear that this attack is also in vengeance of those murdered in the San Miguel prison and in the prison in Honduras.

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We dedicate this attack to Freddy, Marcelo and Juan, imprisoned for the Security Case, but especially to Luciano, who is today the object of the States vengeance, its cops and its obedient citizens. Only with revolutionary action will we take you back to the street, Tortuga!! FOR THE MULTIPLICATION OF ATTACKS AGAINST CAPITAL!! AGAINST ALL AUTHORITY!! LONG LIVE ANARCHY!!

Informal Anarchist Federation / Efran Plaza Olmedo Incendiary Cell

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An invitation to multiply the attacks against power in solidarity with our brother Tortuga
March 16, 2012 Solidarity among anarchists is not just a written word: this has remained demonstrated for more than 80 years, and has to again resonate in the bourgeois ears and thus create fear and the re in the authority that holds our brother Tortuga captive. We are very close to March 20, the date accorded for the hearing against the compa when the lthy Public Prosecutor will seek a penalty of 15 years and thus turn this into the States vengeance against those who are on the offensive against every form of domination and who do not allow the oppressors to sleep. Sisters, brothers, comrades! we cannot remain with crossed arms assuming that it will be others who will place the bomb or raise the barricade, we cannot waste time This is an invitation to participate in the creation of an environment of tension and of attacks on the structures of power before and after Lucianos hearing, and to thus to make manifest that in a war, no warrior will be alone, and if someone is going to die, it will be they; our enemies, because our bombs

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and our incendiary attacks will be very close to arriving at their homes and we are the black plague that will not leave them alone nor even conrm their precarious security systems. Mauri [Mauricio Morales] once said, Let us transform our pain into rage and our rage into gunpowder, and it is now that our prisoners most need insurrectional action, it is now that we must again carry the revolutionary weapon in our backpacks, that which creates revolt that causes fear only for the powerful. There are some small efforts such as dreaming, planning, acquiring materials accessible even to a child, that we must carry out in order to create an environment of real and effective solidarity. Let us socialize the fall of society, let us converse about our brother and lets spread our ideas and feelings as a contagion, lets multiply propaganda through the poster, pamphlet and grafti but even more the attacks are multipliablethe barricade, the bombing, the molotov, etc. LUCIANO PITRONELLO, YOU ARE NOT ALONE!

Some Anti-social Savages.

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Joint declaration of subversive and revolutionary prisoners in support of comrade Luciano Pitronello
January 11, 2012 This text was written before Luciano entered the health area of the Santiago 1 prison. Its delay in publication is due to the involvement of the different comrades imprisoned under the $hilean state, held in different prisons, so the dissemination and editing of this was made very difcult. To the broad and widespread revolutionary/subversive spectrum: We combatants of freedom have from within different centers of extermination united our words in order to make from them a strong gesture that passes through the isolation with which Power intends to silence us, so that our united gestures arrive at those comrades who do not

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give a step back before the enemy. This initiative aims to break the logics with which they sustain democracy, those who with their moral citizenship seek to isolate the comrades in order to relegate them to forgottenness, but they do not frighten us and we raise our voice to send our strength and care to the comrade Luciano Pitronello, who after the events of the early hours of June 1st has been seriously injured. We are not interested in the dilemma of guilt or innocence, our language is not that of Power, since we do not recognize anyone who comes to judge our decisions, beyond we ourselves. Our responsibility is not judicial, we assume a political responsibility before our comrades of struggle, which has nothing to do with their laws. It is because of centuries of oppression and exploitation that across the length of history various expressions of resistance and offensive have been raised against the oppressors. In $hile since the beginning of the 20th century, experiences of libertarian and autonomous struggle have been developing, which continue to today. Today under a democratic regime, heir to the dictatorship of the tyrant Pinochet, the revolutionary/subversive struggle continues and takes new forms. For years the multiform expressions such as days of dissemination, meetings, shows, publications, etc were making themselves every time more frequent, as well as other forms of struggle, which disrupted the false peace of the oppressors. Anonymous hands began to attack material symbols of Power continually, with explosives or homemade incendiary devices. While these attacks indeed began to have notoriety since 2004, they are no more than the continuation of the offensive and resistance that militants of political-military organizations (MIR-FPMR-MJL) decided to continue after the dictatorship-democracy transition, but the difference is that now the sedition organizes itself in a horizontal form, an afnity-based and informal form. Autonomous Mapuche, squatters, anarchists, former political prisoners and now insurgent student youth are the internal enemy of Power, which tries daily to annihilate them. Through the mass disinformation media the oppressors have marked the path for repression, likewise they have also sadistically made fun of the painful accident that Luciano faced. All this under a supposed anti-terrorist campaignit is here where we are not deterred. For Power, every person who intends to subvert the imposed order in individual or collective form is cataloged as terrorist, and not for the violence with which people act, but rather for their conviction and decision to ght. For us the only terrorist is Power, the State and Capital,

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a long list of combatants who have fallen in the struggle against oppression. And it is for this struggle also that now there is a comrade wounded and held captive in similar circumstances, and so support becomes indispensable. We recognize our differences as individuals, but these are not limitations for our recognition of each other as comrades in struggle, even without some of us knowing each other, the love of freedom unites us and the differences between us are what strengthen us. It is for this reason that we make the call to solidarity with the comrade Luciano/Tortuga. To not fall into the fear that Power wants to impose in order to isolate the comrade. The fact that an anarchist comrade has been wounded, is a prisoner and faces a judicial process is sufcient reason to support him and not leave him alone. We do not remain impassive while they make a tragedy into a spectacle, showing itself as clear vengeance against one who they see as the visible face after years of anti-authoritarian resistance and offensive. Nor do we forget the support that old political prisoners received in past years, those who were sentenced for assassinations, expropriations or explosive attacks, which did not impede those consistent persons from supporting the mobilizations that allowed the comrades to return to the street, as a valuable example of struggle. May these words of love and freedom pass through walls and bars in order to reach Luciano and his close ones in this difcult time. Comrade our thoughts are with you, we send you our strength so that you stay strong against the enemy, because in the social war no one is alone, we make solidarity our greatest weapon. With all the comrades fallen in combat in memory, for them our greatest homage is to continue ghting. Combatant youth, permanent insurrection. May the historical memory bury those who condemn the path of the offensive against Power!! While there is misery there will be rebellion! Until Total Liberation!! Luciano Tortuga to the street, now! PS: The comrade was charged on November 22nd for a placement of IED and for falsication of license plate, also he is investigated for other attacks. In this hearing he was ordered to preventive prison while the investigation continues for 70 days.

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Chile: Luciano Tortuga sentenced to 6 years supervised release

August 15, 2012 Today August 15, at 1PM, in the Oral Penal Court of Santiago they dictated the sentence against Luciano. Room 901 of the court, made up of the judges Mauricio Olave (president), Graciela Gmez (redactora) and Antonio Ulloa (integrante and who voted to apply the anti-terrorist law), sentenced Luciano Pitronello Schuffeneger for the crimes of illegal transport of explosives, damages (to the bank) and use of false license plate. The imposed sentenced was: 1. For the damages to the Santander Bank: 41 months imprisonment in the highest degree, suspension of public ofce or employment for the duration of the sentence. 2. For the possession of explosive device: 3 years and 1 day of imprisonment in the highest degree, and also complete disqualication from political rights and public ofces and employment for the duration of the sentence. 3. For driving a vehicle with another persons license plate: 541 days of imprisonment in the highest degree, suspension of public ofce or employment for the duration of the sentence and suspension of drivers license for the duration of 3 years. 4. Since the sentences did not amount to more than 5 years and due to not have prior criminal history, in the end the tribunal granted supervised freedom for 6 years. Therefore Luciano will not have to return to prison and will be under the supervision of a delegate (whether psychologist or social worker) of the police, who will make periodic evaluations of Luciano. 5. For their part, the Southern Prosecution of the Ministry of the Interior immediately reacted with frustration after the reading of the sentence, adding that they will examine the sentence in order to request the nullication of the trial before the Court of Appeals, for which there is a period of 10 days. The Prosecution will rely on the vote of the judge Antonio Ulloa, who was the minority vote in the decision about the application of the antiterrorist law against Luciano.

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Chile: Summary of days 3 to 5 of trial against Luciano Tortuga

July 29, 2012 The trial began with the testimony and questioning of the security guard of the building where Lucianos brother lives. While this witness recognized Luciano as the brother of the apartments owner, he was not able to recognize the motorcycle they showed him (the motorcycle that Luciano supposedly took), recognizing the color but not the model. He did not see the license plate, nor was he there at the time when Luciano supposedly took the bike from the building. The defense made him responsible for making this situation clear. The next witness was the owner of the motorcycle from which the plate was stolen. He only indicated that the plate on the motorcycle found in the place corresponded to a plate that had been stolen from him in downtown Santiago some time ago. It was notable how the press has inuenced people: to the prosecutors question, When did you recognize the plate? the witness said that they used the plate to put on a motorcycle and then throw a bomb at the bank, in the bombs case. The defense did not ask questions. Then came another witness of the prosecution: a merchant who had a bazaar near to the squatted house when Luciano supposedly lived. This witness fell into various contradictions between the statement that he gave to the police and the one he made in the trial. For example, he began by noting that he did not know his name or how they called Luciano, he only saw him when he came to make purchases but to the further question from the prosecution: Do you know what the accuseds nickname is? the witness responded, Yes, Tortuga. When the defense asked how he know this if he had said the contrary, the witness was troubled and said, I heard it when he was with some friends nevertheless, in his written statement he explicitly said that the accused always came alone to make purchases, never with other people. The witness also said that he did not know where he lived, but he knew that he was from that group, the ones they call squatters. How? Because they came from those parts, dressed in black, with jackets that said squat, and that the house was painted on the outside and it also said squat.

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The defense made him clarify that the cops never came, nor the reghters, nor was the house clandestine, and that Luciano only bought things to eat from the bazaar, he never bought cables or anything like that. The problem arose that in the written statement the witness game the names and surnames, but the witness said that they showed him some photos and that the people were recognized that way. Therefore, the defense questioned who made the statement, because there had already been a witness who said that the statement was not his (see day 2). Then came the person in charge of repairing and maintaining the Santander Bank branch where the device exploded. The relevant thing about this testimony is that the prosecution tried to make it seem that the damaged caused was enormous, showing photos (pretty miserable ones) in which windows were shown broken into a thousand pieces, a broken door, and a pillar and the ceiling marked with soot. The defense was able to make clear that the workers did not take more than one week, after business hours, and that day public entry was delayed only by about half an hour. He compared it to a smash-and-grab robbery, the witness saying that there isnt much defense between one and the other in the time it takes to repair. Also, it was indicated that only one door was broken, the other was only shattered. Then the witnesss statement was discussed, since again there were contradictions between what the witness said in the court and what the police said earlier. Finally, the witness recognized that he did not read the statement, since the police asked the questions while they were arranging the bank so that people could enter, there had been a lot of people and a lot of movement, and so he had just signed the statement without reading it. In the afternoon, the trial continued with the testimony of a police ofcer of the Police Intelligence Directorate of Carabineros (DIPOLCAR) who was in charge of retrieving the banner hung outside of the clinic where Luciano was, a banner that was also shown in the hearing as a piece of evidence. He also spoke about how the chain of custody of some evidence was broken (two helmets and a motorcycle license plate) to be sent to the Carabineros Laboratory to be analyzed. Then, the director of the INDISA Clinic, where Luciano was hospitalized for almost three months. It was a rather technical statement, since it only dealt with the medical consequences of the failed attack. Another point that he touched on was the call that a woman made to the hospital on June 2, 2011, threatening that a group of people disguised

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as paramedics would make an attempt against Luciano Pitronello. Due to this call, the police were able to get custody of the compa, while before only the civil cops could do so. The hearing ended with a long lecture from the medical reports put out by the INDISA Clinic, in which they gave record of Tortugas developments. To close, they said that there were few witnesses left, so this stage (the witness statements) would end perhaps on Thursday, to continue with the evidence and experts.

The fth day of the hearing in which the compaero Luciano risks 15 years of prison for the crime of terrorist placement of explosive device began with the statement of experts from GOPE (special operations group) and LABOCAR (carabineros criminal laboratory). The rst spoke about the report made on the motorcycle that Luciano and his companion supposedly traveled on, this ruling out the possibility that the motorcycle had some kind of device with it and/or attached to it. The second expert named Rafael Cares referred to the report on the site of the incident, that is to say, the outside of the bank and its entrance, in addition to the motorcycle and the helmets. The expert report comprised the seizure of all the evidence such as clothing, parts of the device, organic and/or biological remains, etc. This evidence after being seized was taken to the laboratory and there they carried out various tests such as DNA comparison and examination of powders, etc. In the case of the motorcycle that was found, GOPE agents took ngerprints, nding 3 papillary traces unsuitable for determining their owner. This same ofcer took the DNA samples from Luciano and his brother who voluntarily went to the laboratory. Lucianos device was compared with more than 150 planted devices with respect to activation systems and types of powder, and they found signicant similarity to the devices at the BBVA and BCI in the de Las Condes neighborhood in 2011 on February 10th and 11th respectively. The prison guards raised the compas punishment at the defenses request. It had been expected that the trial would last several more weeks, but according to what the tribunal estimates it will not go beyond next week. In the courtroom the photographer of the daily el Mercurio continually insisted on photographing Tortugas face in spite of the tribunal reiterating that they could not do so, lthy scavengers.

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About what happened a few days ago, and an update on Tortugas situation
April 20, 2012 What happened on April 12, 2012 came to us as a slap to our commitment to keep informed about the situation of our brother, friend and lover, and with this we do not intend to judge nor much less to detract from the intention of the comrades from El Sol crata, for keeping informed about Tortus situation, as we said before it is a call to attention for us (with the blog), but also we consider it necessary to critique our comrades to be more cautious with the information that they send out. This issue is fundamental for those of us who decided to support Luciano in the judicial process that is happening now, many times we have heard that the blog is not kept constantly updated or that it does not present all the actions or claims of responsibility from comrades from all part of the world who have decided to act in solidarity with our brother, to all of you we beg your pardon if some communiques have not been published, we do not want to censor any comrade, but we also know the mediocre work of the prosecution in presenting absurd evidence, which already happened in prior cases (which we all know and the judge even accused the prosecution of presenting analysis and evidence proper to a cheap sociology) for this very fact and because we know that this blog remains under constant surveillance, this is why not all of the information that reaches our hands is published. It has been difcult for us to make this decision, but we do not want to prejudice our brother in the trial that is happening right now. Moving on, the preparation of the oral trial began on Wednesday April 11 as you may have heard from the comrades at Liberacion Total (here in English); we will not repeat any more on this topic since the link covers that information. In response to LTs request, we will address some things that were presented in the preparation of the oral trial in the 7th Warranty Court of Santiago, in Rondizzoni in the Justice Center. Some of the evidence presented by the prosecution represented by Ral Guzmn was reviewed along with the witnesses testimony.

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Primary in the evidence that Lucianos defense (Carlos Mora) tried to dismiss were the pieces that did not have direct relation with the accusation presented by the prosecution, making the reminder that our brother is accused of placement of explosive device and tampering and theft of license plate risking between 16 and 20 years of prison (during preparation they had only spoken of 16 years). For their part, the prosecution in their attempt to persecute Tortus ideas presented witnesses who conrmed the visits he made to a squat (neighbors directly across from the squat and next to it stated that they constantly carried out anarchist activities there), claims of responsibility of comrades published on different counter-information pages in solidarity with Luciano and an attempt to relate these anarchist-tendency pages with the comrade. The defense tried to dismiss these kinds of evidence that do not relate with the charges against the compaero (according to the defense, the crime is the placement of the explosive device and the theft and tampering with license plate; anarchist ideology is not classied as a crime, nor much less is relating with squatters groups.) Obviously the judge did not take the defense arguments into account and continued saying that the witnesses were relevant for the case. One of the few pieces of evidence that were declared irrelevant were the documents that alluded to the comrades who are on trial for the Bombs Case; the defense declared that any possible accusation of illicit association had already been disallowed and that this evidence was not relevant, since the crimes for which he is accused are others. Another piece of evidence that was dismissed was the Letter to the Indomitable Hearts (here in English), since they could not determine if Luciano wrote the letter or not as was said in the preparation of the oral trial, therefore, the letter is not in the evidence. Finally, it is worth mentioning that the overabundance of evidence that the defense objected to have to do with witnesses who (supposedly) saw the brother take the motorcycle (caretaker, residents of the building, etc) which are also have to do with a crime that he is not accused of, if there does exist the proof of the possible robbery of the motorcycle carried out by the one who is called Lucianos brother, there is no report. The prosecution in an attempt to keep that evidence eliminates some witnesses keeping only the colonel of the cops and the recording of the report. The other evidence were those that appeared in the info from the comrades from LT (see link above) with respect to the workers and clients of the bank, who according to the judge are relevant for the accusation.

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At the end of the preparation of the oral trial they revised the cautionary measures and maintained the comrades preventive prison in spite of his incapacity and the prison guards clumsiness for which Luciano should be in optimal conditions. We would like to thank all the brothers and sisters who have tried to communicate with us through different media (periodicals, websites, publications, etc), to you a fraternal embrace and we tell you that we will try to be informing you about Tortugas situation. As soon as we have news we will publish it in brief.

Grupo de Amigxs y Amantes de Luciano Pitronello Group of Luciano Pitronellos Friends and Lovers
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Chile: Preparation of the oral trial against Luciano Tortuga begins
April 13, 2012 In light of the information, we make a call to the comrades close to Tortuga to inform us of how the judicial process against the comrade is going. Perhaps it is not necessary to inform day by day, but rather by weekly update. The dates of the hearing is all that we could retrieve from the press, due to all their vengeful morbidity and their support of the prosecution. The past March 20, the hearing was postponed, this at the request of Lucianos defense, saying that some experts were missing. On that day, the hearing was set for this April 11th. Yesterday, Wednesday April 11, the hearing for the preparation of the oral trial against the comrade happened in the 7th Warranty Court of Santiago, located in the Justice Center.

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The preparation of the oral trial, is the legal step where the Prosecution presents the evidence and witnesses with which they intend to carry out the trial. Which then afterwards the defense also does. It is at this time that the judge determines which evidence and witnesses are omitted. At around 10 AM, the hearing began with the Southern Prosecution, represented by the prosecutor Ral Guzman, reviewing the evidence and witnesses testimony. From the evidence presented by the Prosecution, the judge Darwin Bratti excluded some documents alluding to the 5 comrades who are still on trial in the bombs case, declaring them impertinent as they dont relate to the charges against Luciano. A clear example of how the prosecutor Raul Guzman (who is presently in charge of all the investigations into bombings) intends to unite and relate both judicial processes. Lucianos (designated) lawyer, Carlos Mora, presented a claim for the abundance of witnesses. Those witnesses were presented by the Prosecution, among them workers and clients of the bank. Said by the same executioner, Ral Guzmn: witnesses who were going to nd out about the commotion caused by the placement of this explosive device in a bank branch. Statements with which the prosecution intends to afrm the necessity of applying the Anti-terrorist Law. Surely such witnesses would testify the fear they felt while sleeping in their homes miles away from the bank, when it was 2:20 AM on Wednesday June 1, 2011. A time at which the Santander bank was empty. That is the reason why the majority of sabotage actions with bombs occur in the early hours and the groups that carry out these attacks in several of their communiques have made evident the means of ensuring that passersby are not hurt. Also the lawyer Carlos Mora indicated that the expert who was missing before is now ready and with this expert he intends to demonstrate that the attack did not constitute a terrorist crime because the explosive had low capacity for doing damage. The preparation of oral trial will go on continually these days, until all of the evidence and witnesses and experts have been reviewed. Then the date will be set for the beginning of the trial. IN DEFENSE OF THE SAVAGE WARRIOR WHO STAYS FIRM! ACTIVE SOLIDARITY WITH TORTUGA, NOW AND ALWAYS! LONG LIVE ALL THE COMPAERXS OF WORD AND ACTION! Liberacin Total

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Chile: Report on Tortugas prison conditions

March 19, 2012 Three months ago we visited Luciano Pitronello, accused for the failed placement of an explosive device on June 1, 2011 at a Santander Bank branch located at Vicua Mackenna 1347. Luciano was in this place with multiple severe wounds on his body, loss of vision in one of his eyes, for which he was submitted to a cornea transplant operation and mild hearing loss, along with 33% of his body burned, and as a result of the burns they had to amputate one of his hands. He was charged for two crimes: Terrorist placement of an explosive device, punishable under Article 2, number 4 in relation to the 1st Article of the Law On Terrorist Conduct (18.314) and use of false license plate or one corresponding to another vehicle, punishable under Article 192, letter E of the Transit Law (18.290). After a minor recovery, he was left in preventive prison for being considered a danger to society. Due to his multiple wounds, he is in the Hospital of Santiago 1 Prison: Lucianos prison conditions are those of constant harassment and isolation. His regimen consists of 24 hours of connement in a room with 3 beds, moreover, he does not have access to television or newspapers, he must use a suit that helps with the healing of the burns 24 hours a day, he can only remove it in order to bathe, although he can remove the suit alone, he requires help to put it on. This function, which should be carried out by the medics, is unfullled; therefore Luciano must request the help of the prisoners when hes in a room with company. Other times, he simply must do without his suit (as has happened at least 5 times). At this time, Luciano is without the suit, because the prison guards burned it by putting it in the prisons dryer, a situation that is still not resolved nor indemnied. Another part of his treatment is that every day his entire body be moisturized with rose hip. Which really happens every 2 or 3 days at the discretion of the medics. Luciano uses a prosthesis on his right arm, which should be washed carefully in order to not damage the mechanical system within it. Nevertheless, the times that he has solicited them to wash the prosthesis, they have done it by putting it entirely under water, ruining the mechanical system; thus resulting in Lucianos greater dependency on the poor discretion of the medics, since now it needs to be constantly oiled, a situation that is likewise not taken care of promptly.

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Another problem that remains with Luciano in prison is that the prison shower works with a switch which upon being pressed dispenses water for an interval of a few seconds, making it necessary to constantly press it. Since Luciano does not have one of his hands and some of his ngers were amputated from the other, he is not able to carry out this activity alone, nevertheless since there is not continual assistance from the medics, it remains only on him to get them to be able to shower, some of the Santiago 1 Prison Hospitals room have showers in better condition, so it depends on which room Luciano is in. While we know that these conditions repeat themselves in various cases within the prisons, we denounce this situation because we have touched it directly for long enough. Our idea is not to present a morbid story, nor to cause grief, but rather to show that although the press and the State say that prisoners have rights, that is a just an empty expression that they use to degrade them more and more, and to validate the existence of prisons in which the State ensures that thousands of people live in appalling conditions. It is not just overcrowding, as the television shows us when they remember that prisoners exist. It is not just the restraining of a prisoners freedom: the isolation, the constant humiliation of the family, the irresponsibility in medical assistance, the denial of communication, the physical and psychological violence on the part of the guards, are the materials with which the Prison is constructed. At times it might seem that the worlds prisoners are invisible, it is for this reason that those who are outside the gates must make them visible, since each time that we remember them with an action, a denunciation or a gesture of solidarity, we demonstrate that they are not alone. IN THE PRISONS THE TORTURE IS DAILY, WITH YOUR SILENCE YOU ARE COMPLICIT! FOR THE EXPANSION OF SOLIDARITY!

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