The policeman that came to wake me up administered the requisite beating one would deliver to anyone that had tried mere hours before to thoroughly destroy a major intersection of the city. I bled obligingly, and hoped he was going to do something about the handcuffs. He then wrote me a ticket for a hundred Euros. I could have decapitated a bus full of senior citizens and redecorated the square with their entrails, but I didn't have another twenty Euros.
Long story short, he let me free, I bought some clothes, just made it to a night ferry and caught the first train of the morning back home, not having to pay for the cost of a ticket on the train by pretending to be a suitcase.
Let us never speak of last night again.