The narrow sidestreet was in darkness and littered with broken glass and burnt debris when suddenly a panicky voice called out in the gloom "run,run run!" and young men scattered in all directions as riot police charged, their silhouettes caught in the flames of a shower of Molotov cocktails. The students had reason to run. The baton-wielding police were lashing out, tired with a fourth night of ...
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