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“With torches blown out long time ago, my old comrades walk with sidesteps in the pupils of my eyes… I close my mouth tightly and scream… That’s when they savagely invaded my arteries dragging the broken flagpole, and there, in the eighth artery, in the small cavity of the heart where my dead comrades are asleep, I give my battle in whispers…” Seguir leyendo Grecia: Reivindicación de ataque con bombas molotovs a estación policial en memoria de Lambros Foundas