Chaos

I'm sitting behind my desk in the office, feeding the computer with one thing or another when, out of nowhere, I hear the sirens outside. I'm busy so I don't care to look what's going on. It's not uncommon for a police car to rush through. Sometimes it's the firemen and rarely an ambulance. They take other roads to the hospital.

Twenty minutes or so pass and there are the sirens again, blaring into the early afternoon. And again, some time later. It dawns on me. Of course, there is a conference on who knows what and those EU diplomats are rushing in their vehicles to and fro around the city centre, escorted by the police.

The traffic, chaotic as it is, becomes even more so. There are policemen in every junction, directing the traffic, making way for the privileged lot. Several drivers are perplexed, they don't know how to react when the traffic lights no longer apply. Pedestrians have no idea whether they may cross or not. Eventualy, some sort of order is restored but when it's time for me to go home, I choose to walk.