Words, for the largest part, fail us.
Alexis has been gone for two long years.
There is little to be said, much to watch in awe.
He stays over in university occupations in the UK.
He street-fights the education cuts in Italy.
He protests against austerity in the freezing cold streets of Dublin.
Tomorrow, Alexis is back in the streets of Athens.
We’ll all be back there. For those days, for the days that followed, for the
days and the revolts yet to come.
These days are Alexis’ days, these days are ours.