There was a time when I was always in the middle of it. The demonstrations, the political discussions, the cool mob-related scandles… THOSE were the days. I even had my Israeli manufactured gas-mask shipped to me in Europe, to be prepared for all those protests and other rebellious events, I would be attending over here.
But four years on – nothing. During an EU summit in seville, I missed the activist bus, which was turned away at the border with spain anyway.… Read Full Text