Delegates hang-out in the coffee shops. I say the WTO is an exclusive corporate club, but they'll probably hear him better now they've seen our global solidarity. He appreciates that, but not the wasted air-fare, so somebody offers him a donation. He refuses, but he's touched. A few blocks away we hear loud bangs and a roaring crowd.
People come down the street holding wet scarves to their faces.
The cops have decided to try and clear a way for delegates. Everyone's scared, but calm. I see the young people who locked-on expecting to be arrested, now preparing to be gassed. Some people have broken windows at Gap, the sweat-shop shop. Everyone's looking at their new-found allies.