He is taller than most, taller than me, but it is hard to see in the crowd. Then there is a roar, the chainlink sways, a kid in a scarf riding it back and forth like a rodeo bull, and it goes down. I scramble across the fallen metal. Don't wear contact lenses, because if the gas gets behind them you'll go blind. Don't get caught between the anarchists and the police in the red zone.
Red zone is for people who want to confront the police and probably get arrested.
I won't go in the red zone except maybe to take some pictures. Three fast pops and blue-white plumes like cigar smoke. The flags are snapping in the shifting wind. You think you are safe and suddenly there is a front of gas headed down on you. It sears your eyes, binds your throat.