This is for you who hate your life. You who work in something you hate (or in something who you like but work together with people who make you hate your daily life). You who hate having to look at the same insufferable boss every day.
If you have more than a insufferable boss, your hate is higher than those who belong to the previous group.
This text is for you who when are on the bus or train on your way to work on a hot morning, breathing in the oxygen that is shared by all 73 people who are squeezed into you in that wheeled metal box that slides across the asphalt that begins to heat up on another sunny day. Those who use trains for travel end up with more anger. Or less.
It will depend on someone else's hurry and on the willingness of the station security guards not to kick, punch or whip you until you get in or out of the auschwitzian wagons.
You who can no longer stand the job you have, but can't leave it because you have bills to pay, children to care for, and appearances to keep.
You who bring food from home for lunch at work, or who join with others like you in a lunchroom made for adults to eat like trained animals in your few minutes divided between the not-so-fun task of trying to guess which meal options will be available today. You who watch TV every day... and you who don't even use it anymore.
You who have a tasteless, dull, black-and-white life, whose options for relieving tension no longer work.
These "options" are the consumption of beer, cigarettes or illicit substances.
A sales and consumption package that enriches practically the same people, with some "just like you" dying along the way.
But the money from this exchange always arrives at the destination, which is certain.
EVERYTHING you have been told, imposed, taught IS WRONG.
You do NOT hate your life. You hate what OTHER PEOPLE have turned it into.
You hate being cooped up in a room all day long, facing a cold computer screen, having to write and rewrite things for someone who doesn't give a damn about your existence and still orders you, looking like a king or queen, to remove your family photo(s) from his or her desk.
You hate to stand in front of a damn industrial machine from 7 a.m. to 5 p.m. having to adapt your body to the speed of a latest generation of technological equipment.
Remember that in one of these, you, who have already had a lot of losses so far, can have an accident and go home without some body part.But the income you produced will ALWAYS go to the same place as always, with a sure destination.
You hate to know that. You hate feeling alone in this situation, and this is when you start to distance yourself from your equals, from those who go through the same calculated routine, subdivided into hours and minutes that are used to produce income for someone or some one, whose subjects, of course, are others and not you.
We are here to tell you that YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
You are not the only one who has paid attention to this.
We have been looking for you for a long time.
You have also, to some measure, been looking for us.
We know this. YOU KNOW IT.
The problem is not you or your questioning and dissatisfied mind. You are an anguished pulse of life in a world of death, of massacres, where money overrides any life.
But we found you. And now you know that, since always, you were also part of us.
We finally found each other to organize ourselves.
You and us are ONE.
We are legion.
We are Anonymous.
We do not forgive.
We do not forget.