May I tell a story? I have no idea whether it is true. It is the third day of the Bolshevik Revolution, and Lenin is sitting somewhere in Saint Petersburg. Trotsky comes running in and says, “Kronstadt has been taken! We are lost!” Or whatever he said. And Lenin answers, “It doesn’t matter! We existed for three days!” That’s what I mean. It won’t be carried to completion, but we are a generation that sees a vision of a utopia.

Vilem Flusser, The Freedom of the Migrant,  trans. Anke K. Finger, Minnesota UP, 2003, p. 106

Wall writing says in Turkish: It is so cold here Comrade Marx!