I start this letter by sending a sincere greeting to the compas outside these walls, hoping that the unisonous rhythm of rebellion continues to beat in their hearts and that this is reflected in their daily actions. Last week I was very happy to receive a small but important detail which the compañerxs got to me in prior warning. Amidst the monotonous and heavy daily life of imprisonment, one hopes that “something” outside of the routine will happen, and this is why at more or less the indicated time I set my gaze on the sky and the greeting arrived in the form of fireworks. In each one that exploded I could feel your greetings and care. It was impossible to physically see them, but I could feel them close by, and in that moment I could feel complicit in your solidarity-action, to the point of imagining your smiling and mischievious faces, laughing to yourselves at any possible risk, and it left me clearly feeling that when a compañero or compañera is kidnapped by the state, the fight is extended from both sides–inside and outside–of the walls, and each side, from their possibilities uses attacks which can make the fight more effective (here I want to make it clear that for me attack does not only signify the destruction of something material, but also the iconoclastic disobedience of that which is imposed within a system). ...