Words translated from and by The Black Wave Collective in Italy.
“Follow those with whom you can dream”
Casino Royale
A comrade is crying.
Some are phoning, some are writing, some aren’t replying, some are translating.
She’s crying, and no one can console her.
Some are saving PDF pages of the ‘Inventati’ lists that are still recoverable; others are swearing because they can no longer find the Indymedia archive and don’t want to bother anyone with an email at such a difficult time.
She is crying, and she doesn’t want to be comforted.
Someone tries to tell her that we’ll save everything – every piece of data, every trace.
And she explodes.
“Do you realise that my daughter, your children, other people’s children, and those yet to come, won’t experience what we’ve lived through?
They won’t discover the Internet as we did; they won’t learn to encrypt or write in HTML?!
OUR FUCKING CHILDREN AND THEIRS WON’T HAVE AUTISTICI OR INVENTATI.
They won’t be as free as we were.
And they’ll be even more alone, without our tools!”
What sort of world would it be without A/I?
We never thought we’d have to find out.
Thanks to those who guarded servers as if they were hearths,
to those who wrote code as one writes a love letter,
to those who kept free spaces alive whilst everything else was crumbling around them.
Thanks to those who believed that another network was possible,
that another way of being together could exist,
that freedom was not an icon but a daily practice.
Thanks to those who resisted,
to those who resist,
to those who will resist.
Con tutto l'amore che c'è
The BlackWave Collective