The mountain
Jul 07, 2021
3 minutes
THE FLAMING TOILET roll smacked into the fence in a shower of fiery flakes, bouncing to a stop at our feet. I had tentatively approached the front gate of the imposing structure, which housed a couple of hundred battle-ready police. It was my first task for the weekend and I felt like I was walking into a war zone.
“What the f*** do you want?” growled the squat figure wearing a black
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