CHILDREN CRIED, tugged by parents scrambling aimlessly in shock. A crowd of youths with ripped off shirts covering their faces hurled a volley of stones at police. One man seemingly accustomed to street battles walked calmly through the insidious mist holding a flaming torch.
I later learnt the fire helped limit the invasive stranglehold of tear gas on the throat and eyes, which also explained why a small mob set a garbage bin alight outside the black gates of power.
Amid the chaos, neat lines of black-clad mostly teenagers stood firm, wearing helmets. Their young age, uniformity, and blind discipline unnerved me.
This was not Athens, Cairo, Tunis or Tripoli. This was Nicosia on the night of July 12, 2011.Read More