We were coming down the steep hill from Rato, in the direction of the Parliament. In the distance, a dark figure stooped over on the side of the narrow road, cars dodging him, people passing by giving him odd looks. From where we were, I could see he was pouring some amber liquid from those 5 litres bottles of mineral water you buy from the store. His back was towards us so I couldn't clearly see what was going on, but as we approached I figured it was some moron pouring cooking oil in the gutter. Drawing closer, I realised...