It’s hot and sticky and suddenly the air is charged.  Then, out of nowhere, I see horses charging towards protestors and hear an enormous ‘bang’ about 100 metres from me (yes, really that close).  People are screaming, yelling, running for cover.  It transpires that a cop has thrown a stun grenade into the crowd (without permission) and it’s hit someone on the side of his face - his ear…

As far as the eye can see are blue and white flags, with the iconic Star of David symbol in their middle, held high by thousands and thousands of people who, like us, have travelled from out of town to make our voices heard.  From the north and the south of the country, they’ve made long, exhausting journeys.  Many have taken a day’s leave from work.  Many more have brought their children and quite a few women have tiny babies swaddled to their chests…