A growing number of people gather together in the area around Karls Tor, in downtown Munich, a traditional meeting point. They're certainly planning to take part in a noisy demonstration, hoping that the world leaders, gathered together as well for a few hours in another part of town, pay some sort of attention. He glances from a window on the top floor of the nearby McDonald's in the corner, enjoying the rapid way the urban scenery changes. The multitude of youngsters below already seem excited enough, even though there is still quite some time until the real action begins. They are not alone. Another multitude, der Polizei, keep their company. It dawns on him that he happens to be sitting in, perhaps, the archetypal target of anti-globalization demonstrators, getting, however, no little pleasure from his fries and his chicken. With relief, he soon realises there is no reason for any concern, as the flow of youngsters in and out the fast-food restaurant, with their Che Guevara T-shirts, Converse All Star trainers, and dreadlocked hair, is only aimed at getting food. He keeps on munching his meal and glancing, assuming the restaurant won't be trashed in the next half hour, as long as the guys against present-day's prevailing system get on interpreting their stance in such a loose manner as they seem to do.
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