She opened the envelope and screamed. Then she opened the next envelope, screamed, set it down. Then the next, screamed, set it down. Next, screamed, down. Next, screamed, down.
A strange ritual. Letting out some kind of pent up anger and frustration. She had drawn a crowd, as one letter after another would be opened, followed by a scream, then the laying down of the envelope. For hours on end she did exactly the same thing. Open, scream, down. Soon, the crowd had grown quite large. The police arrived, and stood for a few minutes, watching this bizarre ritual. One of the policemen approached her and placed his arm on her elbow. "Ma'am," he said, "is everything alright?" With an envelope, just opened, in her hand, she looked up at him, her eyes wide and vacant, as if not registering him or pretending not to register him, and she screamed. Being a policeman, his instinctual reaction was to push her to the ground and cuff her. This is when the screaming really started, repeated shrieks as they cuffed her, hauled her away amid the crowd who was now beginning to protest. "Fascist!" "Leave her alone!" "What did she do to you?" "Fucking pigs!" As the squad car drove away, a beer bottle hit the the back window. This was the beginning of something larger.