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  Party Boss in this neck of the woods.  Here's a water.  Oh, and those tickets to a poetry slam.  Have fun."  She closed the binder from the Academic Institution with the circled man amongst voters.  All gathered around gummy fruit. 

  A discussion on a public bus about sheep.  One of the church events we'd been sent to was a Catholic Mass.  It was, apparently, an Ordinary Time sermon as opposed to a Holiday celebration.  A reminder that currently living Christians were neither Jesus himself, nor the Apostles.  In the Bible Jesus himself cautions disciples that humans are similar to sheep in that they are more fragile than wolves and mostly prone to follow any old "shepherd". 

  "I wuntah sat there quietly and been told I'm a sheep." A black teenage girl said from a seat towards the front of the bus.  As we dismbarked at a neighborhood street corner to get food at a market before the vendor and restaurant zone camped around the event, people on the bus bah'd at us. 

  Inside the market National Guard people notified three of the five of us, you are needed back in the Capitol.  The binder was removed from locked luggage and inventoried together with digital photographs taken on the brief tour.  

  "None of you can travel together." 

  "I guess that's what 'independent journalism' means." 

  "Well, I've got a long walk to the airport."  We'd left vehicles and friends far away from the politically occupied territory.