One of those nights

Panama city is on strike. There have been protests since I got here, and most sectors have been striking for two days. Police in bulletproof vests with motorcycles and machine guns everywhere. We were going to go to the theater, but the production was suspended. On our way, the taxi drove us through a cloud of tear gas, past lots of running people. I decided to come back and watch the news. Drinking rum and trying to translate something meaningful from three channels, reporters all in spanish talking too fast and about nothing that wasnt obvious. Gave up. I find myself channel surfing alone.