Jan Zábrana
Tutta una vita

"After twenty years, even shit becomes legendary." An extreme honesty in presenting an absolute intransigence towards any form of compromise with lies, which should be taken as a definitive example of the purity of freedom, in contrast to the sly worm of routine, the influence of a dictatorial coercion that ruthlessly aims at the psychic destruction of the human part within each of us: "I have finally matured the certainty that it is possible to take all the risks of freedom, but that the risk of its absence is unbearable."

The persecution carried out surgically over the years on his family, on him, on an entire generation, on a nation, conforming to distortion for convenience, for boredom, for delusion, for despair, finds no fertile fields in the author who, straight as a sword, defends to the death the last bastion of purity that allows us to live: "After almost thirty years of work, I can translate even what no one has ever written."

The dialogue of freedom, where when it is directed towards its control, must be continually reiterated to keep it on the path of freedom. In a ruthless manner, Zabrana sheds light on the poison of the regime that relies on the constancy of the disintegration of the inalienable rights of man: "This regime of assassins, of lies, of subterfuge, this regime of programmed degradation will not fall... I will die in falsified History."

The maladjustment is served immediately with a sword drawn in saying no to the repeated rape that makes us understand that the true revolution, for concrete change, does not pass through dialogues and negotiations but only through blood. And the call to supreme Justice is shouted throughout the book, uncovering the filth of the misery of many who bargain favors with the Beast, deluding themselves they will somehow escape: "It only takes a police regime to remain in power for twenty years to make everyone its accomplices. Even its victims."

But the author's observations let us taste the bitterness of the obscenity of truth, where all philosophical disquisitions are the coagulation of blood on the face, after the real and psychic beatings suffered. Neither goats nor cabbages are saved in the struggle to uncover lies where giving oneself an investiture of sanctity is "obligatory" in fighting the inquisition, in whatever form it manifests.

And to conclude, true resistance can only be found with Diogenes’ lantern, and we can confidently say that with Zabrana, we have found a Man: "Scoring for the team of the defeated... What else has my life been since I was seventeen if not the eternal will to score for the team of the defeated?"

So, come on then...