SAFE IN A PROTESTING CROWD

A few hours before I was to return to my country, my friend and his nine-year-old twin daughters took me to tour an old fort just outside their city. On the way back, we noticed groups of men and women walking hastily toward downtown. My friend seemed apprehensive and asked me to take the girls right home while he parked the car.

As we turned onto a narrow street just two blocks from my friend's home, a crowd suddenly appeared. They were running toward us, screaming, followed closely by policemen with tear gas. We lunged inside a nearby shop, where several other people had sought refuge as well.

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