I photograph everything I want, at any time of the day, no police officer has ever approached me in my life, and my documents are never asked on the street. Probably I am doing something wrong.

Once he crossed the border, at the checkpoint photographed some bad toilets, a bad station away from the main buildings of the point and laid it on Panoramo (the kingdom of the heavenly resource) with a link to the terrain. After some time, a commentary appeared under the photo explaining that these are volleyers for service dogs and that my next appearance on their DAPP will treat me much more carefully.