from negasi, rough translation by war on society:
Brothers Billy & Eat,
It has been four months that you have been locked up behind bars at the hands of the state. A tool of repression that restricts your physical space, but–we are sure–not the imagination, passion and revenge in your hearts.
We also fully believe that every night you’ve spent under the terror and threats has not turned your hatred of the society and the whole apparatus of oppression. The warmth of love has just now departed from us through the wind to carry the news that we are inspired by you.
Here, behind the hearts of the losers who are too afraid to take risks, there has been a fire sowing dissent underground.
We share the news about you in the shadows, passing it in all directions. Letting it fly without a compass to achieve everything impossible. Take any moment within the mechanical activity and make it the beginning for questioning everything, for looking back at who we really are.
That is why it is not a shameful thing when we must say that you are now brothers to us who have never met or shared a cigarette with you.
The authorities were wrong in their predictions. The repression has become a bridge for each of us to meet and dialog about the freedom to choose our own way.
Your action and courage to take the position for the attacks launched against state property have opened up the fact that no one can be submissive in order to embrace the totality of her life.
That only by becoming wild will each individual open a space for himself to see what might not be anything real.
It is true that fire set to burn property is not only a mere means of destruction.
Instead, it also helps us who have poor sight to see, and for courage to banish the darkness from the heart. We have become confident that fear is something that is natural, but not to be worshiped. We must overcome fear by recognizing that we are also the cowards who are too bound by everything around us.
It is true that today, we would rather trust the lies and propaganda developed by order and bury every worthwhile bit of life.
Though indeed, around us there are also people who scoffed at what you have done. Some people who we once thought were brave enough, who prefer to maintain the reliability of their life. Many mouth accusations of you, not daring to accuse themselves of any infidelity to slavery. They envy the courage and heart and warmth that comes from the other brothers and sisters to you. Jealous in their inability to be a rebel, even in the corners of their hearts.
But we leave them for a while, let them sink in the vacuous feast while we share stories between affinities in all the limitations that come urging each of us.
Now each of us has pledged to be more vigilant. More alert and suspicious of the life that seemed alright. We agreed to make everything around us as a weapon and appreciate each other as rebel fighters.
We promise not to forget you to imprisonment, and you will find the mouth for revenge.
We realize that this letter will not change anything. In addition to that, we will proudly show all the enemies that you two are brothers and not just friends.
You are fighters and not criminals,
individuals of Negasi