Alexandros Panagoulis

“I gave life to the wallsa voice I gave themmore friendly so that would become my companyand the guards askedto know where they could find the paint.The walls of the cellkept the secretand the mercenaries searched everywherebut paint they could not find.Because they did not think for one momentthat they should search into my veins.”

“A match as a penBlood on the floor as inkThe forgotten gauze cover as paperBut what should I write?I might just manage my address.This ink is strange; it clots.I write you from a prisonin Greece.”

“The teardrops which you will seeflowing from our eyesyou should never believesigns of despair.They are only promisepromise for Fight.”