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When the car jack cracks the rail
ANDRA fuck off, we’re on the right track!
To our friends, the mischievous kids, we wanted to recount… one of those beautiful starry nights.
In small crew, we left at night. We walked, we crawled a little bit, we wandered around. Given that we were a little prepared, the reconnaissance had spotted everything well. We laughed, though not too much humming, maybe we were a bit stressed. But even if we hardly saw each other, we promise you that that there were smiles.
And we found on our way… a railroad track. By the greatest of the chances! Then, with the tools we had, one of the rails was… somewhat damaged. Oops! Very patiently, quietly and with all the precautions, we waited little by little … that the car jack cracks the rail! And then we left quietly, without leaving any trace.
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