For some reason I was “against” squatting until I had to do it. It was something that middle-class people did, a somehow privileged way of living, but needs must, I guess.
It was not something I was unfamiliar with. After a party, I would often accompany guys with bolt cutters to break into places, and many people I knew lived in quite beautiful building…
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