Back in the cold embrace of Umeå. Already missing my cousins and the people I met in Skopje. Here's that new song I promised you. It's about the greek student Alexandros Grigoropoulos who in 2008 got shot to death by two police officers. Alexandros died at fifteen. The lyrics also adress the fact that in big parts of the world, the cops who killed Alexandros would still be able to walk the streets as free men (the murderer of Alexandros got life in prison and his accomplice got ten years), and maintain their privilege of monopoly on violence.
I'll get back to you on that t-shirt design.