Hello, this is Ariel writing.
It took me almost a week to post this because it’s been hard to find words for the anger, sadness, fear, and confusion that followed what happened here.
I live and work in the same building where this happened. My studio is here, my kids play nearby, and I was the one who filed the police report. This is not an abstract place for me.
At the beginning of this year, books were burned here twice. The first incident was witnessed by my studio mate
@pisitakun , the second by his partner
@too_shy_to_live , who also documented it. At the same spot, far-right stickers were found targeting LGBTQ+ people, leftist spaces, migrants, and cultural work, alongside nationalist symbols marking intimidation.
Book burning is not random vandalism. In Germany, it is historically tied to fascism and the erasure of knowledge and communities. Combined with these symbols, it felt like an act of intimidation, a message about who is considered welcome.
At the same time, we were just beginning something new. This year we started occupying a room here as a collective lab for co-creating, documenting, publishing, and broadcasting practices, with a small radio and a zine and self-publishing space. A place for making books, not burning them.
That contradiction made me angry and afraid, but it also made things clear. One act tries to erase knowledge. The other insists on producing it together.
This post is a refusal to normalize what happened and a call for solidarity. Solidarity with
@movingpoets , with this space, and with everyone affected by hatred and intimidation. If you resonate with my and our work, please stand with us. Show up. Stay attentive.
This is only the beginning.
From the last week of February to the first week of March, we will softly launch our next two years of work here, starting with the radio and zine room and ending with a public gathering on 7 March.
Save the date.
Come by. Bring people. Wear colors. It’s cold outside 🤍