Maro Duke for Polytechnic Rebellion: Hospital sirens – Free shooters marked it on the tires

The protagonist of her novel “Ancient rust” (1979) makes the Maro Duke take part in his rebellion and share without hesitation the passion of the days, but never be distracted from her individual history. The writer Maro Duke has the protagonist remember the days of the Polytechnic uprising and captures what she lived… The protagonist lives between decay and incorruptibility since what she needs to compromise (and which will never compromise) is the racing outburst and the group spirit of resistance demonstrated by her generation against the junta with what followed and succeeded its fall: irrational individualization, the return to softness and perseverance of established social roles, the assumption that in the end everything retreats and dies. This, however, is the time for faith and struggle, which allows no second thought. “The hospital sirens were heard. He came and stood in front of the chancellor. It was marked on the tires, from Polytechnic Street by the Police, from Akropol Palace, the snipers, the elite Security Corps. They moved the wounded to rough stretchers. We opened up space and looked at them. A girl next to me was crying, screaming that she can’t see blood. A boy pushed her aside, and she continued that how she got in here did not understand it. He said he came down to see what was going on. Athens buzzed and came down. She sees her classmate, Pulia, and entered the court. And as far as the news goes, the cops start tear gas, where to go. Wait for things to settle down, instead, they got worse. And now there she is in here, wild midnight. Her parents will die from their agony. A record told them he was going to buy. But where is she now? She was going to burst seriously and scared; the more I looked at her, the more I felt for her. She seemed stunned with everything that was happening before her eyes. I hugged her and said, “Don’t be afraid, you’re safe in here. Here comes the boy. It comforts her that we guard the bars firmly – we are a division of psychos that will not let them through. We have been informed that tanks have started moving towards the Polytechnic, but we believe that this is intimidation and terrorism. The suffocation they dropped was proof that they have lost their temper. They wanted to panic and break up the thousands of people who stood by us. With the extent of the occupation, its impact, it will be like digging their pit if they attack us. And our overall duty, this night, to hope. Tonight fascism dies and we believe it. I couldn’t imagine the end of this night. They sing the National Song. Red Cross cars find it difficult to stop shooting in front of the door. Up, on the doormat there are still children.”