Viva la revolution!
I tensed and picked the best escape route down the wet street behind me.
The student, intoxicated with the frenetic energy of the setting had decided to probe the policeman directly in front of me. The cop, standing in full riot gear with shield, mask, club, and enough tear gas grenades to start World War 3 never even flinched…..we both breathed a sigh of relief.
In front of me, 5000 students were shouting, raising fists and banners into the air, and marching to protest the fact that they cannot afford university. Cops stood at the ready, and among a very small gathering of locals I stood with Alex, 2 lone gringoes in a sea of protest and high energy.
How do I always walk into these things on accident?
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