I remember hesitating, uncertain of what to do next. Have the police gone crazy? What now, are they going to target our calves with rubber bullets? Seeing our disarray, one policeman was generous enough to wave us away. This simple hand movement looked like a green light, strangely clear in the midst of incomprehensible violence. The older lady started to run. I took off. Of course, my friend waited for us before rushing away himself.