a protester is throwing back a tear gas grenade at the front line barricade of yesterday's clashes in gümüşsuyu. the amount of gas you're exposed to while doing this is very dangerous, even with a gas mask.
in the face of what happens every day, the word protest appears euphemistic. what you are seeing here is not a demonstration but a crowd defending taksim, so that people can demonstrate and 'occupy' there. yesterday saw a lot of police provocation in order to lure protesters out of the greater taksim area and arrest them, but some strong voices were able to hold back most of the less strategically minded who wanted to throw stones at the water cannons waiting beyond the barricades (a rather futile excercise).
a protester has advanced about 50m beyond the first row of protesters to aim his slingshot at police further down the road.
when well organised, protesters are now very quick to throw back grenades in the direction of the police.
there are many teams of volunteering doctors treating people on the spot, often applauded by the crowd.
yesterday, a protester said: "everybody has a part to play. some chant, some fight, some help the injured, some sit in a park, ... all are equally important."
protesters are gaining experience in how to deal with police attacks, many are getting better equipment and the ones who have seen some front line action are working together more and more effectively against the teargas.
no matter the circumstances, there is always room for humour.
çarşı is a group of beşiktaş j.k. ultras, considered 'hooligans' by many. their image has somewhat improved in the last few days, as the rivalries with other clubs' supporters have been put on hold, and their experience and resilience against police strategies was vital in taking over and holding taksim from police forces. people cheer in gezi park as the çarşı banner is held up.
one of the most heard "battle songs" people are chanting translates to:
throw more gas bombs, throw more gas bombs,
take off your helmets,
take off your masks,
throw away your batons,
we'll see who the real man is.