Demonstration

Just when I am beginning to wonder whether there are any differences between my old and new home left to blip about, the next thing presents itself. At my door step, literally. And very loud. At 6 am we were woken up by a horde of policemen shouting their disagreement in front of the window of this gentleman on the picture. Who happens to be our neighbour. I've seen demonstrations before, even taken part in them, but I have never experienced such attacks on a single person, even putting up a whole protest in front of his door. By 9 am, the whole thing was over, leaving mostly a lot of flyers, posters and empty take-out coffee cups on the sidewalk (aren't we supposed to refrain from littering dear nypd?)