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38 like choking me here Then I say to myself Courage our day is coming, our day of blood."

"I say to myself," said Emile "When you have some money old kid."

"Listen, before I leave Torino when I go last time to see the mama I go to a meetin of comrades A fellow from Capua got up to speak a very handsome man, tall and very thin He said that there would be no more force when after the revolution nobody lived off another man's work Police, governments, armies, presidents, kings  all that is force. Force is not real; it is illusion. The working man makes all that himself because he believes it. The day that we stop believing in money and property it will be like a dream when we wake up. We will not need bombs or barricades Religion, politics, democracy all that is to keep us asleep Everybody must go round telling people: Wake up!"

"When you go down into the street I'll be with you," said Congo.

"You know that man I tell about? That man Errico Malatesta, in Italy greatest man after Garibaldi He give his whole life in jail and exile, in Egypt, in England, in South America, everywhere If I could be a man like that, I dont care what they do; they can string me up, shoot me  I dont care I am very happy."

"But he must be crazy a feller like that," said Emile slowly. "He must be crazy."

Marco gulped down the last of his coffee. "Wait a minute. You are too young. You will understand One by one they make us understand And remember what I say Maybe I'm too old, maybe I'm dead, but it will come when the working people awake from slavery You will walk out in the street and the police will run away, you will go into a bank and there will be money poured out on the floor and you wont stoop to pick it up, no more good All over the world we are preparing. There are comrades even in China Your Commune in France