It is impossible to breathe in our homes: our minds and bodies are suffocating. The last remaining public spaces, where freedom could have been fostered, are being violently occupied. Rather than a place for meeting, sharing of joys and sorrows, and collective decision making on common matters, the streets have become tools of isolation and the playing field of indifference. Cars, embodying the symbols of the current dominant global system, have taken over city streets that were previously the domain of people. Instead, we are forced to crawl along dusty walls and lose the knowledge of clean air and human dignity in order that over-processed goods might be delivered to supermarkets quickly, that managers might not miss 'important' business meetings, that the wealthy do not have to trouble themselves while they watch their incomes rise at the expense of others.

The centres of our cities are rapidly depopulating and becoming dead zones of 'free enterprise'. Police-bureaucratic warnings tinged by the rustling of stocks never cease to echo in our ears, "No money, no downtown." Cars rule, pollute, flood our streets, and divide once close-knit communities. These boxes of steel separate one person from another; they atomise our society into a mass of isolated individuals that easily get manipulated by the lure of wealth and power and our so-called leaders. The automobile has deepened the chasm between components of life; work, leisure and family have become totally detached. Public spaces are no longer such; they have been transformed into commodities that are sold back to us for the price of a car, petrol, or a trademark. And where the fingers of mighty Capital have not reached yet, its companion, the State bureaucrat, shields its back and strangles the life of streets just reminiscent of traffic smog.

Now that Capital, with the assistance of the mighty oil and automobile lobbies, has succeeded in slashing human time and life into bits so that we may be moulded into passive consumers -easy and more measurable targets of businessmen and bosses - it seems that a unity of private and social lives may never again be perceived. Work, culture, communication, and entertainment comprise one thing - individual lives supported by the social structures of our communities.

Mobility and speed are symbols of the new millennium. We are all being taken for a ride down a dead-end street branded 'unlimited opportunity'. However, very few navigate, the majority is driven, and, meanwhile, the planet is dying. As the environmental and human apocalypse approaches, more and more people are donning rose coloured glasses. But we refuse them! Blessed ignorance and apathetic ecstasy are not states worthy of existence. We refuse to keep bowing down to Power, its possessors, and its executors. No longer can we tolerate soft soap for the obedient and conformists, nor whip cracking for the disobedient. We refuse to be controlled and we do not want to control. We strive to change and be changed, create and tear down, speak and listen, love and hate. How can we allow ourselves to merely survive when we envision a full life for our communities and ourselves?

Even in this world of stifling traffic, where needs do not come from people and where the imperative of the market system is to invent inexhaustible needs and infinite capital, the spirit of revolt with its countless forms and possibilities still survives. And so we summon a fight; a battle against car culture, its roots, and its impacts; a struggle to reclaim the streets and to take back our lives; a confrontation with hierarchy, authoritarianism, alienation and hypocrisy. We dispute the itemisation of people in the accounting of multinational corporations. We will thwart the proliferation of apathy and slay the greed and gluttony that propel the system. Although change when isolated cannot be accomplished, we must remember what a mosquito can do in a closed room at night. That is why we call: Mosquitoes of the world unite!

'We don't sell bread, we sell yeast.' Our mission is to agitate and rouse people. Essential to our strength is art, which is an invincible device of rebellion. According to the dada prophet Tristan Tzara, "It is perfectly acceptable for a person to be a poet not having ever written a single verse; poetic value can appear in the streets, in business or anywhere else; chaos is huge, chaos is poetic…" All people can partake in liberation by any conceivable manner. Everyone can take part in common actions. The pulses that will come out from the underground to disturb the fragile foundations of the current system can be as varied as a rainbow is in colour, every stroke will consort in the hidden harmony of chaos.

Advertising maintains everything is available. Yes, it is and, thus, the possibility of freeing the creative spirit from the golden cage of consumerism is alive. Since environmental problems are rooted in human society, we are hurrying to her rescue. As we shake in terror that our images will be mistaken for the eyes of asphalt, we declare that we shall never again paint our faces and minds grey in fear of the deadly attention of repression. Life offers up all colours from the spectrum, and we can open their sources. Artificial authorities will fall down; hierarchy will disappear. Individuals have all the rights and potential to develop unique characters and enrich each other, but there is no space in our hearts for the differences violently imposed upon us in society. Work and nature must not be exploited anymore. There is a wide range of alternatives, but one of them is profoundly wrong - to artificially nourish the current system. Although the system, realising its unsustainability, allows us to paint the rusty vehicle pink and call it civil society, this participation is orchestrated from above and is fundamentally impossible in which to take part.

We do not know how much longer the Small Planet can resist the ceaseless attacks against herself and her inhabitants. We are determined to reclaim the public spaces that have been stolen and privatised at the expense of all in order to benefit a few. Automobile egoism and bottomless greed for private profit shall be overcome. We will search for the desire for freedom and joy, although today it is being shattered and suppressed by egoistic individualism. But we will continue the quest for open space and solidarity, autonomy and mutual help. We strive to become players in our own lives and to fearlessly oppose the ruling power to give the streets back to the people. We fully sympathize with the statement of Reclaim the Streets London, "Our streets are as full of cars as they are of capitalism, but the capitalist pollution is much more treacherous."

All the power to imagination.

Under the cobblestones, the beach.

When we dream on our own, it's only a dream but when we dream together, it's reality.

Even in such an alienated world. we are forced into another sacrifice, attracted to a new way of relishing and thus get trapped in the cycle of economic dependence.