I am out for an evening walk round the block and see colored lights, maybe fire, on the sidewalk ahead. I expect the usual--chuligan is now in the Polish dictionary, just after the word for prick--but these lights are candles burning at the gates of the Russian consulate. There are flowers and stuffed animals and crayoned notes from schoolchildren.
Taped to the fence is also a note from someone about "Death to the American instigators" in Chechnya: "Mr Putin, what are you waiting for? For Bush and Sharon to march into Moscow?"
Up the street, the local council has put bars around our garbage to keep out the scary men.