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Dear correspondents, Please find below some reports of recent events here in Europe. Even though Prague is of greater importance, I am listing events from Amsterdam first because this is a revolutionary pastry news list before anything else. Another report on domestic affairs will follow shortly. >From the industrial sprawl of Holland, Agent Apple for the BBB ---------------------------------------- Belgian neo-fascist leader well fed..... Filip Dewinter is the leader of the Belgian (Flemish) extreme right party 'Flemish Block' (Vlaams Blok). The party that campaigns against 'foreigners' with a boxing glove as main symbol, got to be one of the biggest flemish parties in last elections, and the biggest in Antwerp, threatening to become even bigger at next weeks elections. He was invited to perform in the live tv-show 'Buitenhof Tv' in neighbouring Netherlands om sunday September 24. But his act was wrong from the first start. While parking his chique Mercedes in Amsterdam, antifascist activist already found him. His car was trashed, and without windows Dewinter, his bodyguard and slightly wounded driver had to flee into a police station. After the police brought him into the tv- studios and the broadcasting had started, activists in the audiance stormed the podium, grabbed the microfone and covered DeWinter with chocolate pudding. The color brown was not a coincidence. After cleaning the fascist up, they tried to start the talk again, but had to postpone because the noise of fireworks outside on the street was too loud. To be able to get the fascist out, police cleared the street chasing antifa's away, wounding two of them. On the tv-news pictures of the trashed car were shown. Clearly visible on the back seat was the book Dewinter was reading before he met trouble: "Rudolf Hess, My Father". @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ October 3, 2000 World Bank -president James Wolfensohn came to Amsterdam to open a conference on "Poverty-reduction and the role of private capital". Protesters spoiled the party effectively. At 08.00 in the morning the conference centre (university building in the centre of Amsterdam) was sealed of by gates, more than a hundred riot-cops, a watercannon and a bulldozer, with more cops around the corner and plain-cloth snatch-squad teams all over. In the night some unknown activists had already forced two windows to throw in butric acid, put apparently it didn't stink enough to disrupt the conference. About 150 protesters (newspaper NRC even wrote 300) tried to block the entrance, but were pushed away by police. When limousines with hot shots arrived to enter via the back, people tried to run the police-lines, and three persons were arrested. A woman charged of throwing a bike in front of one of the limo's was still being held after a day. Police chased away the rest, a smokebomb was lobbed, chanting could be heared inside of the conference- building. Wolfensohn opened the conference by apologising for the protests outside, and someone in the audience stood up to shout at hime that he didn't need to apologise as the activists where there to tell him something. At noon some 100 activists entered the office of Check Airlines (boasting on it's website to be official partner of the WB/IMF- meeting in Prague). The activists wanted the airline company to send out the demands; release of all WB/IMF prisoners in Prague, and indemnity-payments for all those wounded and tortured in jail. After the personel refused to fax the demands (they just kept on doing their ususal work!), the activists took over the fax-machine and did it themselves. But then riot-cops entered the building (after having been hit by paint-bombs from inside), chased people outside away and took everybody prison, including a mailman who had nothing to do with the action but refused to go away. More than 40 arrested, all released after a few hours. Then there was a lull of a few hours, and part of the riot-cops (and all the snatch-squads) where sent away by their chiefs as they thought it was all over now. But they still had to have dinner at the Rijksmuseum (where all the big paintings hang). Shortly before they had to arrive (by canal-boat!) a hundred or so activists popped up, much to the surprise of the police. Small groups of activists blocked entrances, hung banners all over, occupied the landing stage for the boats, etc. Enter the riot-cops again, who start forming lines on the road and then start chasing people away. But the activists don't run easily; they form chains and refuse to run even when hit by the long battons, which the cops do all the time. Some of the police got hit by our secret weapon; plates with whipped cream (later, after they used a lot of violence, bricks and sticks were thrown). And the rows of activists kept comming back all the time. Meanwhile the honoured guests arrived, walking through rows of police, and booood at from all sides. Former prime- minister Ruud Lubbers got whipped cream sprayed all over. Later in the evening smallscale fighting broke out between riot- cops and activists throwing stones and building a barricade - soon to be set afire - across the Stadhouderskade. As far as we know, no arrests have been made. They didn't trust to bring in Wolfenohn and the other biggest hot shots by boat (as was originally the plan); they stopped their boat halfway to put them in cars and drive in secretly through some back entrance. As if they where the biggest crooks. So they where lucky, because a special anarchist paintbomb unit had been waiting for them on a distant bridge, and had let the first two boats through, waiting for the third to appear.... On journalist heared the pr-folks of the World Bank complain that the media didn't show any interest for the official program or the WB, they where only interested in the activists. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Friday, September 29, 2000 "Kafka's Ghost Lives in Prague" By Agent Creme de la Creme I'm writing this piece three days after the "S26" Global Day of Action seriously shook up Prague and the World Bank/IMF meetings. There's so much to say, but I'll try and keep this relatively brief and focused. In summary, yet another major financial meeting was seriously disrupted by an amazing array of people from around the world. The usual wave of problems, conflicts, and divisions have also arisen. I arrived several days before S26 to find preparations lacking in most respects, and many people stressed out about whether or not the action was going to come off. For example, the communications group had hardly begun to consider how thousands of people could exchange information quickly and accurately (a problem which would later plague us). Fortunately, the NGO sponsoring the official protest, INPEG, had managed to secure an enormous warehouse space in a fairly central location through the help of a former Czech dissident. Legal, media, communications, action, and nonviolence meetings involved several hundred people total, far short of the thousands expected and needed. My experience in Prague has felt like a Kafka novel. From the moment I arrived till my hopeful departure in the near future, I am always aware of the presence of the State. Every neighborhood has uniformed police performing random passport checks on pedestrians, and riding the Metro is an experience straight out of Camus' The Stranger. While I have only been passport checked once (they wrote down my details and sent me on my way), my travelpartner has been checked five times. Not having one's passport on hand is grounds for deportation, as the Czech State is looking for any technicality to get rid of outside agitators. Wherever you go, you are being watched in a much more obvious way than in the U.S. I have to confess that my romantic illusions of Czech being a bohemian stronghold of liberty have vanished. Much has been made of "the bloodless Velvet Revolution" of 1989, where the dissidents managed to break free of the Communist grip. . . and proceeded to embrace free market capitalism. The secret police apparatus stayed in place, the manipulation through government force and propaganda continued, the names merely changed. A jailed dissident and famous playwright, Vaclav Havel, became President of the new regime. As Kafka wrote, the slime of the old regime coats the new one. Ironically yet perfectly, the World Bank/IMF meetings were held at the former Soviet Palace of Culture. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss! In the months before S26, the Czech government carried out an incredible campaign of slander and fear-mongering against the upcoming demonstrations, calling the protesters "killers" and "barbarians." Schools were shutdown for days and schoolchildren sent out of Prague. The State recommended that civilians lock up their homes and flee the city--and 1/5 of the population did! Havel, instead of confronting the injustice perpetrated by the World Bank and IMF, welcomed these oppressors to his country and wined and dined them at lavish dinners while condemning the protests. He tried to play the role of a mediator between these repressive institutions and those trying to shut them down, but in the end revealed the extent to which one has to sell out in order to gain and remain in power. So Prague was not a very fun place for anti-globalization activists to visit during the last week. People's fear of us from the government propaganda campaign showed clearly in their eyes. I guess I'm disappointed that people fell for the hype, but then again its the same in most every country, most of all in my own land of birth. As the days progressed toward the big day, things picked up steam bigtime. Loads of people began arriving on the weekend and momentum was clearly in the air. After a reconnaissance of the area around the conference center on Sunday and a meeting of the street action groups on Monday morning, I began to feel optimistic that we could actually blockade the delegates in. That reminded me of Seattle, where I didn't think we would succeed until we were well under way in doing so. The growing numbers of people also helped to lessen the rampant and justified paranoia, since the cops and the fascists now had many more of us to contend with than before. And yes, there have been many fascist attacks during the last week. Over 30% of the police voted for the far-right fascist party in the last election, so it's really no surprise that they let neo-nazi scum roam the streets (and in the jails) beating up people with impunity. Over the course of several international meetings, INPEG planned out a meeting place and march route. The idea was for a "Unity March" of all the groups to gather at one place, and then after a short march together break into three groups (blue, yellow, and pink...which for our purposes we will call red) who would then surround and lay siege to the center from different directions. Predictably, the plan was roundly criticized for various reasons (as it would have been regardless of its content, we're such a lovely movement), the one most obvious being that it focused way to much on the North side of the center and not enough on the South side. In the future, more than one meeting point should be an essential component of any plan because it's very effective in splitting the cops up on those rare occasions when we have numbers on our side. Also, the multi-color strategy worked well for strategical/logistical reasons and has potential to lessen the dogma wars in the following way: if it's clear that one color will be composed by mostly militant types, then pacifist types can choose to pick a different color march and vice versa. More on the dogma wars soon. The days before S26 were really exciting for me. So many brilliant memories to carry away from here: 1,000 radicals from different cultures chanting "No Pasaran!", the echoes ricocheting off the walls of a Soviet-style industrial space; translations into different tongues during the various meetings; the sense of a growing, vibrant international movement and solidarity with millions of people around the world against a more-or-less common enemy (more on that later as well!); dressing like a tourist and discretely passing through thongs of police during scout missions; and of course, drinking absinthe in the pubs till the wee hours talking love and revolution. On the morning of S26 I met up with the blue route, a group composed mostly of anarchists with large contingents from Spain, Greece, Poland, Czech, and several dozen Norte Americanos. As we waited in the Namesti Miru (peace square) a pink & silver group came by. These were mostly Brits who wanted to do an autonomous action with their samba band and try and get round to the critical south end quickly. Also, they quite sensibly didn't want to get mixed in with an obnoxious bunch of authoritarian Socialists who had 2,500 of their people in the red march. The following is an account of the blue route from a friend who was part of the Infernal Noise Brigade, the marching band from Seattle. After that will follow a report from another friend's experiences in the Czech prison system, and that will close this report. Please feel free to write back with questions/comments. "S26 started with about 5000 gathering in Namesti Miru, a square at the center of town, north of the Congress Center, with an enormous cathedral at the center. there was a mobile sound system, and many people in costumes, some banners hung from the trees, a giant blue globe that said "Balls to the IMF," a pink tank with a very sexy face painted on her front (reference to an action in 1989 when a monument made from a Soviet tank was painted pink--i think without the face...), a few puppets and many flags. The group was divided into 4 color coded groups by distributing leaflets, colored whistles, and using flags. A 5th group approached autonomously from the south of the Center. We all processed together for several blocks and then my group, the blue (made up of Czech, Slovak, Polish and Greek anarchists and the band I'm in, the Infernal Noise Brigade, which was joined by an English and an Italian) peeled off from the main march. We headed south via the western route. A bit of geography: the Congress Center was built by the Communists and designed to withstand seige and nuclear disaster, so it is on the edge of a valley, with an unapproachable drop-off, and there is one primary access road connecting it to the center of town, which is like a state highway, connecting Prague to the 2 other major cities in the country. There is an incredibly high bridge spanning the valley which leads directly to the Congress center. So to approach the CC from Nam. Miru one must either take the bridge (which the cops had been rehearsing on for a week, maneuvering their tanks/armored personnel carriers around on it at 2am) or go looping around on either side on fairly narrow and winding cobblestoned streets. To the west is the Vltava river, so the blue route went right along the river. The INB [Infernal Noise Brigade] were somewhere in the middle of the blue march--we didn't want to lead it for many reasons (not wanting to contribute to the imperialistic activism many brits and americans were doing, not wanting to hold up the march if there was a need to move extremely quickly, etc). We arrived at one of the access points to the CC [Congress Center], and found the police on a hill above us. The front lines immediately began throwing bottles and cobblestones at the police, who responded by attacking with a water cannon. We were far enough back and the angle was wrong for the cannon so we weren't hit at all for quite a while; we got our gas masks ready and then played. Several molotovs were thrown as well. The police began firing massive amounts of concussion grenades, which explode quite loudly and burn if you're too close to them. This battle went on for what seemed like a long time before they began firing tear gas. One of the canisters which was thrown into a wooded area caught fire (they are highly flammable...) and some of the blue group put it out. The INB pulled off to a side street, shielded by a tree from the water cannon, where we could continue to play music and be out of the way. I've never seen anything like it. After an hour or 2, we decided to pull out, as the intersection was unlikely to be taken from the police, with their superior weapons and their extremely superior position above...we wanted to be somewhere more effective. The communication system was quite difficult, with mobile phones being the only real way of communicating--fortunately the mobile system did not crash, which apparently it often does in European actions. The result was that enormous numbers of people were gathering often-conflicting bits of information and giving it to us (the INB tactical group which followed the lead of and assisted the Czech tactical group for the blue march). Frequently we would painstakingly reach a decision and then before implementing it we'd get new info which felt more crucial and we'd end up altering our plan. We went to another location, leaving much of the blue group, and joined the pink and silver group (UK Earth First with an enormous samba band which they put together and trained over the week before the action). Shortly after we arrived they pulled out, and so we went up and played in between the line of police and the line of seated protesters. The intersection itself wasn't seeming too strategic, other than that it was tying up a few water tanks and many riot cops, but it was a good time, there were many Czechs there who were pleased, and the reaction of the cops and the neighbors looking down from their windows was well worth the ineffectiveness of it strategically. the cops were alternating between fear and smiles; they definitely didn't know what to think of us, and the neighbors were taking photos and smiling and waving. We stopped playing and then snatch squads arrived, so some of us backed off and worked on a new plan with some of the blue group which had just arrived. It took ages to create, but finally we went around to a place where we heard delegates were leaving (again, with INB somewhere near the middle of the march) and we ended up coming extremely close to the congress center, to a very poorly defended police line--cops in shirt sleeves with shields and little else. The front of the march broke through the line and the whole group rushed through, coming so close to the building that seemed so impenetrable, we could see into the windows, I never dreamed we'd get so close. Then from around the corner charged what felt like a hundred riot cops, unloading a frightening amount of concussion grenades, chasing us with the water cannon. We ran and they continued chasing. It was wild--I have been in other crowd situations where people are running and panicking and it's been really scary, but this felt really together, we ran until someone called to stop and we would stop briefly, see that our respective groups were together, and then run again. Eventually a large group of us (INB and some of the polish and czech scouts/tactical folks) dashed down a hill where we doubted the police woiuld follow, certainly not with water cannon. Running with all of our drums and everything was so difficult, but happily for me I'd had a massive running training session to catch the last train from the action camp last week where we ran about a km of a 2km road. Good skill, running. We then went around to the southern part of the march and found an enormous massing of cops with 8 trucks (water tanks and APCs) at one intersection and 3 trucks just around the corner. There was a sit down blockade of the road, and it was the first place we'd heard of/been to all day that had seen no fighting at all. They asked the band to stop playing as they feared we would get people riled up and throwing things, so we went and took a long-needed break and gathered more information. We decided to join with the pink and silver group who were a block or two away. There had been recent fighting there and loads of people who were still a bit scattered. Our tactical group joined with theirs and we all went together (about a thousand of us?) towards the opera house, where delegates were to go after the meetings. It was fantastic, we took the entire street, not a cop in sight, and we walked for about an hour, playing the whole time. One of our people lit up a fire staff and 2 fire breathers came over and spit plumes into the air. One of our songs has pretty consistent silent breaks in it and the crowd was shouting into the silence, a thousand voices raised as one, it was extraordinary. We got word that about 1000 people had surrounded the opera house and that the event had been cancelled, so many people were planning to head up north to a palace where a banquet for 6000 delegates was to take place. We reached the edge of Vaclavske nam., a site of massive historical significance where the 1968 rebellion kicked off, where Jan Palach self-immolated in protest of the Soviet occupation, and where some of the most significant moments of the 1989 revolution took place. It is now a glittering capitalist shopping center full of multinational businesses and banks, and one place that INPEG has been carefully planning around, to prevent demonstrations from coming too close to it as the potential for massive property damage is so high. Some of the group ahead of us went on into the square, but we turned away and began heading up the road towards the opera house, and the banquet beyond. The rest of the march followed, and some of those ahead came back nd joined us. The INB pulled off to the side of the road shortly after, I was exhausted and couldn't go further, and I knew how far away the banquet was and knew that I couldn't march and play that far. We were all hungry, and so took a break. From there we learned that the Mcdonalds at VAclavske nam had been trashed and we heard rounds and rounds of concussion grenades (sounding eerily like gunfire) and saw clouds of tear gas rising. We decided not to go to the banquet and divided in 2 groups, one going home and the other going to eat and meet up with some of the UK EF!ers to talk about the next day. On the way to eat we slipped over to VAclavske nam and climbed up to the front of the museum at one end of the very long square, perfect vantage point for the events below. Saw about a thousand protesters standing up to a double line of riot cops, possibly 100 of them?? WEnt to leave and were trapped for a few minutes, cops refusing to let us leave when we asked. They pulled out shortly after and we slipped off, 2 people opting to stay behind. Went to get food split again, with three of us going off to a different place from the other three. My group met with others and after eating, decided to take taxis home as we'd heard that the police were sweeping the streets and arresting anyone vaguely suspicious looking. The other group was waiting for a tram home and a police van pulled up and arrested 2 of them, the third escaped and made it home to tell us what had happened. We've heard nothing from them yet. People in jails are being sexually harassed, tied up and beaten, pepper sprayed, shipped off to border police, deported. 422 arrested (these numbers are difficult to confirm as no one is being allowed phone calls so we rely on calls from outside reporting missing people), 130 are internationals. This morning an action was planned to blockade at the hilton--5 arrests occurred there, there were about 50 activists there, the police attacked them with tear gas and water cannons. Another action was planned, which would leave from nam. Miru, meeting there at 9. About 3-400 are still there and have until just recently been blockaded in the square by the police--they are now sitting there and some are being allowed to leave. The convergence center has been heavily harassed all night last night and was in the process of being shut down last I heard (several hours ago). It's thought that the czech space coordinator (one of 3) was being arrested, though this is still unconfirmed. Our infocenter, a space in downtown posh prague, was smashed up pretty badly by fascists last night. Fascists have been attacking leftist/radicals pretty consistently for weeks. A spanish woman who was organizing was arrested and severely injured, and taken to hospital. She escaped from the hospital and has found medical care elsewhere and is fine, but in hiding. The city's medical services have been the most impressive i've seen at any mass action--they have been all over the city, i haven't heard at all of them refusing to go into any area, they were even there at the massive seige this morning at the blue group blockade. All in all, i've never seen anything like it, i've learned an incredible amount. It's been great to support decisions made by locals/easterners, though it has been challenging being a band which is accustomed to leading crowds. But it seems to be working. And we're having a good time, though worried much about our 2 missing folks." ---------------------- I'm am writing you at 6 :15 am in the morning of september 30, 2000, after yet another hectic day/night, after 4 days with very little sleep, from home in Belgium. Kaylene is in Germany and will arrive here later this morning by train. That Prague S26 turned a bit ugly may not be news to you anymore. I have to say I did not see any of the street fights, riots, stone throwing, fires, gas, bullets or tear gassing. as I was arrested brutaly S26 around 5pm and simply writing this sentence is difficult as it brings tears to my eyes from the horribles memories of being beaten to pieces, screamed at, thrown to the ground and kicked over and over, screamed at, and dragged in a pain compliance arm hold to the jail bus while they beat the sides of my knees with batons, and I could not even stand on my left leg anymore. Both sides were purple, and screaming from pain only brought more brutality with rough pushes and more horrible screaming in complete notdecodable Czech language. I will write up a detailed account of what happened, but I'll just stick to the basics here, or at least I'll try, maybe I'll get on a roll. Megan, Kaylene and I stayed in the peaceful area of the protest all day, marched and took photos. The police blockades looked impressive with tanks, watercanons and tons of cops. We heard about heavy fighting with molotiv coctails and everything and stayed away from that ; When we heard the fighting was over we went to check it out, hoping to find some other peacefulblockades further down perhaps. We came upon a street Na Slupi which looked like all hell had broken loose there just less than an hour before, with stones everywhere, sidewalks broken up, a smashed car, smoldering trash, a stench of lingering gas, and streets wet from the watercanon. It was calm as the fight had moved away out the area, I guess. Some other folks were calmly walking around, as we did. Police was around, but seemed calm and in control of the situation as the danger was gone. Or so I thought. I got a little closer to take photos of the debris with cops in the background and within seconds -it went so fast I froze and didn't even think of running away - all I could bring out was «I"m only taking a photo »-these cops, about 5 or more grabed me and beat me down by hardly hitting the side right under the knee very hard, immobilizing me. That's how it all started, but it was only the beginning of what was so outrageous it seemed unreal. To cut it short, (-police screaming czech obsenities (according to a Czech onboard who said he could not believe what he was hearing) and pushing and violently grabbing being part of the every fifteen minutes reality-) we were bussed to the police station in 2 rounds, as our first bus didn't make it because it got ambushed and the front windown thrown in and blockaded. As the sirens sounded, and the stones were destroying the exposed cop part of the bus, the bus drove backwards and escaped (unfortunately, because for a split second it looked like liberation was possible.) ; I cannot descibe the intensity of this. Seattle was a walk in the park. We were transferred to another bus. Police station « booking » consisted of locking us up in a room 2 by 3 meters (that's about 6 by 9 feet) with twelve people. Sometimes they'd close the door and it was completely dark, other times they slammed it creating a huge scary loud noise. We stayed in there for at least 5 hours, I think, only to be taken out one at a time for writing your name, getting your head slammed down to the table, fingerprinted, photo taken, etc. It started to feel like routine procedures (pushing, kicking, screaming, .). Not exactly a pleasant strip seach either when you get certain body parts squeezed. Then we could give our statement, where I tried to get as much accounts of police brutality in, but much was left out and my words were consistently watered down to make it appear that I might still have been at the fight. (for instance I said I was arrested at 5 or after ; they wrote « between 4 :30 and 5 », and so on). Not signing didn't feel like an option, as they had forced (at that time the mere threat of more beating was very intimidating) us to sign a promise to pay 1000 Ck (about30 USD) for a infraction traffic violation of being in a zone declared off limits ; this with the promise we would get out that night ; Yeah right .. Not so ; We were bussed to the « foreign police » station, where our belongings got inventorized, and we were cramped in a room the same size of 2 by 3 meters, but this time with 24 people ( ! ! !). for the rest of the night until the sun had been up for some time outside. It seemed like the extremely rough treatment was over, and they started to behave nicer (my request to pee was okayed after 6 hours, huray) ; We were told that we were going to a detention center for processing : deportation if found guilty, release if found innocent ; and if innocent we should be out as fast as the paperwork moves, another day, maybe two. Then they took us there, a prison-like complex in the middle of the woods 100 kilometers from Prague. Over 24 hours had passed until we received any water and food. Anyways, I was in a spacious room (4 by 8 meters, plus a corner with stinking toilet and sink) , with a view behind the bars of the woods, and a fenced of guarded walking yard where illigal immigrants from asia and other areas got their daily walk before deportation. We were visited by a ladybug (the window opened, and opened quite wide since previous inhabitants had broken part of the framing), and saw two cats walk outside, the highlights of that day. ; I was taken to the hospital for checkup on my injured left leg, but found okay. The pain had subsided and the purple only remained in a spot on my right leg (which was beaten had enough to have been bleeding a little) ; I need to say many people were roughed up far worse, and not because they actualy participated in the cop stoning/firebombing, many were arrested in similar situations, or as they tried to escape the fight, take a photo or in the peaceful civil disobedience which got broken up very violently as well. Anyways, at the hospital the doctor, a very nice and sympathetic man who translated what the police was telling him, seemed very disturbed, as the nurse was standing by almost with tears in her eyes, as I and a Swedish women who had injured her ankle badly and was in the ambulance with me, . as we were told we were actually not in a detention center, but in a concentration camp, and the earliest release would be in one month, IF we behaved nicely, otherwise we'd be there till February (180 days being the maximum to hold a foreigner) ; We believed it at first as the tone and mood was so convincing. (The sadistic cop probably just gets a kick out of seeing people being shocked) I struggled my way out of one othe the metal handcufs, but was then told that if I even tried to escape they'd kill me. The next day the great news came that the ambassador from Spain had arrived and all Spanish and Basque people would be released asap. They were out early early in the morning. The word was that the beatings of them had been televised in Spain, and Catalnonyan anarchists had threatened to « burn down Barcelona » if the government would not get them out immediately ; And as there were Basques locked up as well, ETA had threatened to set off car bombs all over the country if no action was taken immediately. They were on their way to Spain before the sun was up. The rest followed later ; I was the only Belgian there, and the only one of 5 who had been abused ; the consul of the Belgian Ambassy came to personally pick me up, and got me to Prague, where I had 24 hours to leave the country. The Czeck cops on the street simply made me want to get the hell out of there asap, so I took the metro/bus to the airport, no planes to Brussels, so I flew (or « fleed « if you want) to Paris, and trained it to Brussels right after arrival in Paris, to be picked up at 5 am by my sister. Expensive ordeal, but. Home sweet home ! ; There were supposedly 114 arrestees at that center, but far more have been arrested we were told. Americans we there as well ; no clue as to what happened to them ; my guess they were bussed to germany as well, but I"m not 100% certain. Greetings from Europe, as the sun rises here on a better day than yesterday. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ "And here I end, having put my Arm as far as my strength will go to advance Righteousness: I have Writ, I have Acted, I have Pied, I have Peace: and now I must wait to see the Spirit do its own work in the hearts of others, and whether Amerika shall be the first Land, or some others, wherin Truth shall sit down in triumph." --Agent Blackberry (1999), after the Digger Gerrard Winstanley (1650) The Biotic Baking Brigade.....coming soon to a bioregion near you. bbb@asis.com http://www.asis.com/~bbb/ Friends of the BBB: c/o POB 40130, San Francisco, CA 94111, Amerika @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ # distributed via <nettime>: no commercial use without permission # <nettime> is a moderated mailing list for net criticism, # collaborative text filtering and cultural politics of the nets # more info: majordomo@bbs.thing.net and "info nettime-l" in the msg body # archive: http://www.nettime.org contact: nettime@bbs.thing.net