This damn machine keeps framing MYRecent activity. So here it is, food for thought for you aimless wanderers. I got lost.
U.K. society was in degradation since the war on Iraq began. It became... impossible to grow any older amoungst people who were accelerating their nation into genocide. So I got an air ticket to mexico. But failed the immigration questionairre, thanks to my sub involvement with the intergalactic Zapatistas & my deport record. They only let tourists on the plane, and the airline wouldn't give me my money back.
France then... all I could afford. With my hitchin guita, I hit the roads of Europe for the fourth time.
Goddamn... that was 2006. I followed a lead from a copy of the Schnews (british Anarchist newspaper) which I picked up at the Sunrise festival, some of my super hot friends in Wales had set up a circus stage there, it was 2006s answer to a called off Glastonbury. (CHERRY BOMB)is the name of their outfit.
The tattered copy had an ad in the back for the Peoples Global Action conference in Dijon. That was a blast, cool squat, scheming Activists;
I got some summer work on an organic farm to buy back another guitar ( I got robbed on a midnight road), and used the pay to get to Greece. My birthday is on the same day they hold a massive street protest in Athens, November 17th so I turned thirty amoungst the 1973 molotov squatter Anarcho commie thousands who blocked (what looked like an Illuminati power line).... uh, I mean a really big street in Athens. where lots of boring cars usually doldrum up&down.By a park.
I had been in Greece in 2000, and seen Mount olympus from a few kilometers away. I decided to climb to old Limbo peak. Crashed out in an Empty roadhouse, I made an ascent to the snow, on the top twelve ghost mountains seemed to manifest(late at night, alone) I left the last stone of white marble I found in a quarry outside Athens(no other stones) which I had been carrying in my bag bought cheap from a polski from the long distance to the north.
The descent nearly killed me, it was dark, but I made it back to the old house with the shattered windows through which you could see the mount about twenty kilometers distant.
Suddenly inspired, I began to scribe my graphic novel, about Banished magickal creatures who walk the earth committing atrocities. THE BANISHED Part one SERI; Earthbound oriadnymph.....
Through the new year, I hung out with some rocker Anarchist squatters inVolos, a mountain city, and got badly quoted on a demo tape a band there called THE FLOBS were recording.
North Greece aimlessly wandering, busking the generous greeks, living in bust out old houses.
Thessalonika was cool, with the university occupied to protest a ruling that corperations could buy out Greek universitys, that was large. There was spraypaint all over the walls of Athens & thessalonika Uni(40 UNIs Occupied) the Anarchist students and professors were holding, Races, Metal gigs & squatting unused art blocks. Street partys ended with molotov cocktail fights against the police& we chased the facists off the campus on student election day (200 of us with baseball bats ) during which somebody threw a molotov cocktail at the student hole in the wall machine. BOOOM Fzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt.
In volos we shouted at the police station in a demo, and played dead kennedys through loud speakers on the main street, to protest about some activists who were hunger striking in jail. They got out after nearly two months hospitalised hunger strike.
Yup...I hit a coupla Aegean islands with a fellow street performer (shes a French mime) on the generosity of the drops of Greek peoples, and then, just as I was about to learn Greek at nightclasses, adude with a big orange truck with spraypaint on the sides who was down with the student Anarchists offered me a lift across Eastern Europe; The Balkans.
Time frame is then APRIL 2007
PENDING CHAPTER 2............................ TO BE CONTINUED.......................