For Juan Sosa, Saturdays were always the worst.
That’s when the trucks parked outside Sosa’s fourth-storey apartment on Queen Street would blare their horns day and night, with no apparent regard for him, his partner or their neighbours.
The constant drone drove Sosa to cover his ears with noise-cancelling headphones and shut himself in the bathroom. It didn’t work.
“I couldn’t hide anywhere,” he said Wednesday. “I did feel like I was going crazy.”
For many residents, particularly those living in the Centretown “red zone” where a sense of menace hung as thick as the diesel fog for three lawless weeks, the occupation
