We
recover from our illnesses in time to attend protest rallies against the pending
war in Iraq.
Isabelle, with thousands of others are prevented by the police from joining
the main rally. While other New Yorkers confront the police and yell "whose
streets are they anyway?", Isabelle and her partner duck under the barrier and
head towards Time's Square.
I'm in the middle of Dam Square in a sea of friendly strangers. I spot a friend,
a 2 m tall Serbian performance artist who is waving a huge placard with the
slogan "Think Pink". We spend the day immersed in words. Cries, chants, and
music connects the flowing mass. The whole day gives me a brief hope and brings
me back to my local habitat. We've been spending too much time in front of the
screen. We need to reconnect.
