I went to pick up a pakage, at the package center, because I had time, and this time I have it and don't have to wait for the delivery. For that I've got to pass through one of the hooking block. I don't like to, not especially because of the hookers, but because of the pimp (pimps?), and because they speak a language I don't understand, only partially. It sounded like Spanish, some words. 

But it's not what was bizarre. When I came back, on my own street, just some houses from mine, I saw a cop car, and they put their traffic light on to pull over, near my place, and when they saw me, they just went on. The passenger cop watched me, he had an evil expression. I would remember his face if needed. Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I've become suspicious of cops since the last presidential election. I already knew they're here to bother mostly honest people, and they're not often here when you urgently need them, like to find your roots, protect you from a pedophile father, or just SAVE YOUR LIFE. I know that's too bad for honest good cops, but that's the pciture I have of justice here. I would like to think differently, but I've seen too much of my friends "tanned", like they say, or wearing sports clothes, being asked too often for their idents, I've seen how tramps are asked to move away from the center, magnificent, rich, center of the city, because it's no good picture. I have no trust in the authority of the current power. 

I know this may be a coincidence, but just in case, as I use my right to free speech (BTW, I wonder, who must we be to fully have that right, notorious political figures, celebrities, cops?), if I found that my place was combed (at best, we know your ways, even with innocent people, I had to hear stories like that personallyt, not pretty pretty), I would lodge a complaint, and wouldn't drop the charges. If one has something to tell me, they tell me in the face. 

I know I sound parano. yet I don't think anyone has had to live what I lived. Soi please don't judge.