Often we think of our ideas as pillars staved-in stable grounds. However, the grounds are generally stable but in appearance. It’s enough for conditions to change, for the grounds becoming muddy or for the waters rising, to see our stable grounds move and our dear pillars subsiding like castles of cards. Then panic seizes us, we run from one indigestible alliance to the next one which is even more improbable, our concepts which we thought so solid become gelatinous, shift into modelling clay, and in a short laps of time, we become what we always despised: simple pawns on a chessboard we do not understand. This happened to quite some anarchists when the First World War broke out, it happened to Spanish anarchists dragged from a revolutionary situation into a full scale war, it happened to many revolutionaries caught up in the geopolitical games of the Cold Ward, and it will happen again tomorrow.