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"Limited use of tear gas" - Greek police revive memories of '73
Teacher Dude | November 18, 2009 at 11:31 amby
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The police and especially the riot squad (MAT) don't do half measures as the residents of downtown Thessaloniki found out again last night. With a clouds of tear gas covering half the centre and forcing tens of thousands to lock themselves in doors or rush for the cover coughing and crying. Even as far away as the port which is over a kilometrs away some film festival goers were complaining of sore eyes and difficulty breathing.
All this to deal with a few dozen stone throwing youths who'd decided to use the university campus as a base to harrass riot squad units opposite. As a result police shot round after round of tear gas into the grounds for over six hours. At one point firing cannisters into the Polytechnic building, smashing windows and forcing students who's been peacefully commemorating 17th November to flee.
That's how I found myself trying to climb eight storeys with the lungs of an 80 year old manic smoker. That's the onething they don't tell you about tear gas is that tears are the least of your worries, it's what is does to your respitory system that really scares, suddenly you cannot breathe, you feel like you're drowning. You draw a breath but nothing happens, no oxygen makes inside, instead more of the vile stuff penetrates your lungs. Around you you can hear young kids hacking and coughing like patients on an emphysema ward, some desperately sticking their heads out of the window in order to take in something other than this poison.
After what seems like hours I make up onto the roof and out of the building, even on the floor below you cannot stay for more than a few minutes. From up hear the city looks peaceful, beautiful even despite the layer of who knows what that blankets this side of the city.
Later on when people have regained some measure of composure and made phone calls we then realise that we're trapped, all around the campus are riot police units, plain clothes cops and god knows who else ready to arrest anyone they consider suspicious. Just being here is cause enough and once in the their hands anything is possible.
Unwanted flashbacks of the scenes of the savage beating of a Cypriot student captured by TV crews this night two years ago pop into my head. Having just arrived in the country he was naive enough to believe that by being innocent he'd have nothing to fear from the police. Instead he was kicked and punched by half a dozen cops so badly that he spent weeks in hospital, his face an unrecognisable pulp. His crime stopping to answer their questions instead of running the hell away from there.
More phone calls and eventually those on the roof descend and meet up with others who were still in the area, all in all a few hundred who make their way to the university's admin building where students negotiate with the dean over how to guarantee our safe passage off campus.
It's nearly three, cold and the adventure and adrenaline have long since worn off, thoughts of sleep and home take the place of indignation and protest, it seems to last for hours but in the end we all move as a group towards Kamara and the relative safety of the centre. Here we can mingle in with night owls who even at this time fill the streets, cafes and bars.
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