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How did you experience the first shattering of your Anarchist dream?

The baton, while we ran from a fight we were woefully unprepared for.

What changes did this cause in your Anarchy?

I realized none of my friends or I knew anything real about fighting.

How did you pick up the pieces, find new comrades, find the will to carry on?

By eating humble pie for years and then grounding everything I did in reality from that point onward.
Also, I started picking friends who did the same. At least sometimes?