This pierced rodent has endured for months on this doorway which lies hidden in a dead-end alley somewhere in the Born. The name of the street escapes me, but at the entrance of the alley is a skinny, Charlie Brown-Christmas type tree, with a handwritten sign reminding passersby that it is indeed a tree and neither a urinal nor a trashbin. I’ve got a few shots of this rat, but I think this is the one that most deserves a place here. As the sociopolitical cauldron in Spain/Catalunya continues its back and forth between simmer and near boil-over, the rodent finds himself trapped in a scene that’s become quite common on the streets of downtown Barcelona: the rubber-bullet wielding riot squads and their targets. The targets in this case are armed with tennis rackets. In reality most street protesters aren’t as well prepared, and the results can be quite tragic, as in the case of this unfortunate young woman.