On Dec. 6 in Athens, Greece, a 15 year old boy named Alexandros Grigoropoulos was shot and killed by police during an argument. What sparked were spontaneous demonstrations and protests across the country in numerous cities. They still go on today. Only now people have occupied various buildings including 100's of high schools and multiple buildings at the universities. Citizens have been clashing with police day after day. Along with police stations, people have attacked banks and other houses of illegitimate power structures.

I encourage you to look more into this. The blog occupiedlondon.org is being updated daily with news from Greece. The piece below can be found on it along with what has  actually been happening. There are some reports with pictures on indymedia sites from Greece, but if you can't read greek you won't learn much. Some highlights from occupiedlondon.org:

Tens of molotovs were thrown at them(the cops) and they seemed to have little space and materials with which to respond.

 One of the arrestees was a 13 year old girl; nearby journalists who reacted to her brutal arrest were also beaten up heavily.

15.46 The riot cops approach the law school.  They are
pelted with stones and molotovs, and retreat.  One jeep and one riot
cop on fire.

In Athens, as reported yesterday, at least 25 police stations
were under siege by school students. The police station of Petroupoli
was besieged for more than seven hours and its facade was entirely
burnt by molotov cocktails.

Reports on indymedia this morning claim that Alexandros’ murderer was a
member of the nazi group “Golden Dawn” in the late eighties/ early
nineties (without cutting his ties since) and that his family was
active in the nazi collaborationist forces.

The town hall of the suburb of Agios Dimitrios in Athens is now occupied by anarchists.

Clenching
fear in their teeth the dogs howl: Return to normality – the fools’
feast is over. The philologists of assimilation have already started
digging up their cut-sharp caresses: “We are ready to forget, to
understand, to exchange the promiscuity of these few days, but now
behave or we shall bring over our sociologists, our anthropologists,
our psychiatrists! Like good fathers we have tolerated with restraint
your emotional eruption – now look at how desks, offices and shop
windows gape empty! The time has come for a return, and whoever refuses
this holy duty shall be hit hard, shall be sociologised, shall be
psychiatrised. An injunction hovers over the city: “Are you at your
post?” Democracy, social harmony, national unity and all the other big
hearths stinking of death have already stretched out their morbid arms.

Power
(from the government to the family) aims not simply to repress the
insurrection and its generalisation, but to produce a relation of
subjectivation. A relation that defines bios, that is political life,
as a sphere of cooperation, compromise and consensus. “Politics is the
politics of consensus; the rest is gang-war, riots, chaos”. This is a
true translation of what they are telling us, of their effort to deny
the living core of every action, and to separate and isolate us from
what we can do: not to unite the two into one, but to rupture again and
again the one into two. The mandarins of harmony, the barons of peace
and quiet, law and order, call on us to become dialectic. But those
tricks are desperately old, and their misery is transparent in the fat
bellies of the trade-union bosses, in the washed-out eyes of the
intermediaries, who like vultures perch over every negation, over every
passion for the real. We have seen them in May, we have seen them in LA
and Brixton, and we have been watching them over decades licking the
long now white bones of the 1973 Polytechnic. We saw them again
yesterday when instead of calling for a permanent general strike, they
bowed to legality and called off the strike protest march. Because they
know all too well that the road to the generalisation of the
insurrection is through the field of production – through the
occupation of the means of production of this world that crushes us.

Tomorrow
dawns a day when nothing is certain. And what could be more liberating
than this after so many long years of certainty? A bullet was able to
interrupt the brutal sequence all those identical days. The
assassination of a 15 year old boy was the moment when a displacement
took place strong enough to bring the world upside down. A displacement
from the seeing through of yet another day, to the point that so many
think simultaneously: “That was it, not one step further, all must
change and we will change it”. The revenge for the death of Alex,
has become the revenge for every day that we are forced to wake up in
this world. And what seemed so hard proved to be so simple.

This
is what has happened, what we have. If something scares us is the
return to normality. For in the destroyed and pillaged streets of our
cities of light we see not only the obvious results of our rage, but
the possibility of starting to live. We have no longer anything to do
than to install ourselves in this possibility transforming it into a
living experience: by grounding on the field of everyday life, our
creativity, our power to materialise our desires, our power not to
contemplate but to construct the real. This is our vital space. All the rest is death. 
 
Those who want to understand will understand. Now
is the time to break the invisible cells that chain each and everyone
to his or her pathetic little life. And this does not require solely or
necessarily one to attack police stations and torch malls and banks.
The time that one deserts his or her couch and the passive
contemplation of his or her own life and takes to the streets to talk
and to listen, leaving behind anything private, involves in the field
of social relations the destabilising force of a nuclear bomb. And this is precisely because the
(till now) fixation of everyone on his or her microcosm is tied to the
traction forces of the atom. Those forces that make the (capitalist)
world turn. This is the dilemma: with the insurgents or alone. And this
is one of the really few times that a dilemma can be at the same time
so absolute and real.

11/12/2008 Initiative from the occupation of the Athens School of Economics and Business