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gross invasion (2 / 5) in the wind

Brute Incursion (2 / 5)

I see instead of the Post . to the trees, parents monitor their children who are agitated and turned around on an old carousel. The horses are worn. I smile a mother, she ignores me. I continue.

I need cigarettes. Shit, I have not quite . There no distributors here. Later I saw a Caisse d'Epargne. I withdrew. It does not work. I start again. It's long. A robot must check if I have enough . It's good, I hurry to arrange my ticket, you never know. I resume the march, still faster.

In Pmu , it also sells cigarettes. There are many people in this place. Young, old, men only. They each have a paper in hand and excited before the race. I do not understand everything, there speak several languages. I buy a pack of Marlboro . I'm off.

Here's one. Fifty meter there is a first bookstore. I pass a bus stop. A large sign indicates that the Ricoré friend is our best friend in the morning . I continue. I think I'm . The street is crowded. Sometimes becomes difficult to cross. Shit! Not him? If ... I met this look familiar. Too late. He said:

- So?

So I told him the lives of others. For ten minutes he asks me. Then he goes in the opposite direction, bags Lafayette and Go Sport in hand. it is painful.

I go get my book, I go upstairs. It's very hot up there. I inquire. The girl cheat on her computer, she is pretty but does not smile. She said:

- No, I do not .

I clamp my lips and my answer

- Oh well ... thank you, goodbye.

I return among the people.

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In the wind

It blows dry in south West. The trees break the mouth, the sea rages, the boats overturned, trains remain at the dock, the electricity flickers and roofs fly. Clearly the storm begets panic. Worse than the panic, officials said, four people died - note the elegance of expression in heart recovery from all channels of information - on the road of the Landes and Gironde. Poor adventurers who braved the wind have been punished by some releases pine basely fell from the sky. A heart attack also. Obviously, the media, we leave the big armada. Cameras in all hamlets, ten reporters by steeples; We want the witness of truth, of crude. The old man's mouth, the distraught housewife, the expert said vaguely. Josie and tells how tile landed in his neighbor's garden . The mayor of a small village tells us that memory mayor of a small village, it has never seen it. As for Mr. Lajoie, he waits prostrate in his chair as the light returns. The poor, he will not even get to see on TV. Hope that by leading professionals, journalists Bfm will send him a tape. Then explain a little firefighters their jobs and what they have to do must remove trees from roads, it bothers the middle . Finally, a "specialist" on the weather reassures everyone by explaining the formation of the phenomenon ... So actually it cyclogenesis which creates a significant gradient of atmospheric pressure ... In general, the good always ends with a little verse on global warming, who feels a little more the viewer confused. Properly seated in their chairs, presenters of papers we are sick their dogs' heads to start topics, talk about records and rare phenomena and, more perky, ending on a note of optimism:

Tomorrow, Sunday , fortunately for the poor unfortunate President Nicolas Sarkozy will be in Gironde, accompanied by Ministers Michele Alliot-Marie (Interior) and Michel Barnier (Agriculture) and State Secretaries Bussereau (Transport) and Chantal Jouanno (Ecology).
That changes everything! The dream team is going to come see, parade, take your serious, dignified, speaking on behalf of France, will take to De Gaulle, discuss human rights, the storming of the Bastille, Jean Moulin can be. Whatever the topic, it takes bombastic. Is that this great team of clowns, led by an agitated under amphetamine, has an unusual ability to deal with vigor and determination all the problems of pooches that bite, baby, frozen bacteria in the holy Marcellin ... of very heavy. While the vagaries of weather, what a bargain! Are confident that tomorrow will hand tight, funds will be released, even laws are promised. Above all, there will be videos, pictures to transcribe everything. And compassion. Le petit Nicolas will be indignant and speak, tic convulsive clenched fist ...

Storm, what storm, well I'll tell you what is the storm . The storm is because of the special railway ... But not only. The storm is also because falling trees. A tree that falls, it outrageous a falling tree is not normal. Trees - do - not - to - fall. Then for every tree that falls on him who planted the seed will be severely punished ... I recommend cutting down all the trees that have more trees falling. And the wind, talking in the wind. The wind - did - not - to - blow. I will take personally, starting tomorrow, to put up a great plan anti-wind. We will radars each turbine. What
personable, which build, what brave man. And TV channels are sure we communicate in the event loop. I love you my Nicolas. I can not wait for tomorrow!

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Gross incursion (fifth)

Brute incursion (1 / 5)

The key is hard to turn. Now I must find a book, a good, a rare - no time to order. Sure the time did not teach me patience, and I want everything right away, so I'm going. fucking lock, I force again and finally turned the key. One day, she will remain in the fingers . There will be worldwide, not only great, obviously. Too bad, I know I'm going to drool, I do not like it, jostling. And the scene annoys me too.

The boulevard is not too crowded, I avoid the sidewalks - the dogs defecate. I am-cons went after the crossroads. A hundred meter, kebab is full. Talking loudly, they eat fatty, some playing cards. It stinks outside and the head of the Izmir smokes a cigarette.

Further, through the window, I cast a quick glance at the lady's casino, the same as usual. She bites his nails, no customers. No trade rags on Grand Boulevard, as the food and insurance, anything that attracts people on a Saturday. The grocer is also long time, he gave up packets of biscuits, arranges his fruit stall prettier.

This is the tram station looming, the crowd begins to densify, it moves. We must look ahead, caution people to cross, collisions are frequent. Not too many people , we are behind the front. I am vigilant.

A large sign indicates the Quick 2 minutes . Besides, people get angry and impatient. Trams arrive already overfilled. I'll walk.

Pressed for a fight, I walk quickly. It's a little cold. A Romanian smiled at the corner of a street parallel, it requires something.

- Silver .

I replied:

- I have nothing.

She insists. She said:

- Eaten children.

His rotten teeth are frightening. I pass.