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» Hidden Treasure
Hidden room
Not me but some friends rented a flat in Oslo and having lived there a few days they discovered a small hatch on the floor, under a rug, inside a wardrobe.
They opened it and found a ladder leading down to a small room below that had a table and some benches that could fit just about four people.
The walls were painted part fresco / part Edvard Munch / "Scream" style. They found old, empty bottles of absinthe and candles.
They found out later that it was a secret hideaway of the resistance movement during WW2. Clever. Gestapo's HQ was next door.
(Fri 1st Jul 2005, 1:21, More)
Hidden room
Not me but some friends rented a flat in Oslo and having lived there a few days they discovered a small hatch on the floor, under a rug, inside a wardrobe.
They opened it and found a ladder leading down to a small room below that had a table and some benches that could fit just about four people.
The walls were painted part fresco / part Edvard Munch / "Scream" style. They found old, empty bottles of absinthe and candles.
They found out later that it was a secret hideaway of the resistance movement during WW2. Clever. Gestapo's HQ was next door.
(Fri 1st Jul 2005, 1:21, More)
» Petty Sabotage
The polyglot
I was on the sleepover train from Nice to Paris, standing in the corridor outside my compartment, chatting up some Swedish girls.
Enter the fat, rude, old German with large, heavy suitcases.
He shoves me over with his luggage when he passes me, no apologies. Wanker.
Bit later Le Ticketeer comes around and Ze German is in trouble. Non parlez Francais nor English. Nur Deutsch. Ticket-guy only speaks French and starts asking about for help.
I'm the lucky volunteer and although I don't speak these lingos fluently I try my best. "Scheisse Harry! Meine auto!" - my finest grammah.
20 minutes later Ze German is standing alone, in ze middle of ze night, in a remote looking village, fuckknowswhere. I help Frenchy throw the suitcases off the train as hard as I can.
Apparantly the German refused to pay and ticket guy didn't like Germans. Or so they believed anyway. Knowing how to swear in French and German is useful sometimes.
(Thu 5th May 2005, 20:14, More)
The polyglot
I was on the sleepover train from Nice to Paris, standing in the corridor outside my compartment, chatting up some Swedish girls.
Enter the fat, rude, old German with large, heavy suitcases.
He shoves me over with his luggage when he passes me, no apologies. Wanker.
Bit later Le Ticketeer comes around and Ze German is in trouble. Non parlez Francais nor English. Nur Deutsch. Ticket-guy only speaks French and starts asking about for help.
I'm the lucky volunteer and although I don't speak these lingos fluently I try my best. "Scheisse Harry! Meine auto!" - my finest grammah.
20 minutes later Ze German is standing alone, in ze middle of ze night, in a remote looking village, fuckknowswhere. I help Frenchy throw the suitcases off the train as hard as I can.
Apparantly the German refused to pay and ticket guy didn't like Germans. Or so they believed anyway. Knowing how to swear in French and German is useful sometimes.
(Thu 5th May 2005, 20:14, More)
» The most cash I've ever carried
5 billion german mark
I once had some old mark notes from 1920's hyperinflation period.
There are much larger notes than that, though.
In real money I once carried, for work purposes, a 5 digit sum of USD into a country with certain laws against that sort of thing.
(Fri 23rd Jun 2006, 20:40, More)
5 billion german mark
I once had some old mark notes from 1920's hyperinflation period.
There are much larger notes than that, though.
In real money I once carried, for work purposes, a 5 digit sum of USD into a country with certain laws against that sort of thing.
(Fri 23rd Jun 2006, 20:40, More)
» I hurt my rude bits
Strike!
On my way back to the cabin after a long day x-country skiing in the mountains. I was really exhausted and I just had to come down a small hill to get home.
The tracks were icy, the speed increasing and the legs wobbling. I saw the large rock I was heading towards just at the same time my skis started to part and I fell backwards. Slid straight into it, balls first, hitting my sack and bum cheeks hard. Thought that it was over. Wanted to die.
Couldn't sit for a week. Black, yellow and blue/green balls for two.
(Fri 14th Jul 2006, 21:57, More)
Strike!
On my way back to the cabin after a long day x-country skiing in the mountains. I was really exhausted and I just had to come down a small hill to get home.
The tracks were icy, the speed increasing and the legs wobbling. I saw the large rock I was heading towards just at the same time my skis started to part and I fell backwards. Slid straight into it, balls first, hitting my sack and bum cheeks hard. Thought that it was over. Wanted to die.
Couldn't sit for a week. Black, yellow and blue/green balls for two.
(Fri 14th Jul 2006, 21:57, More)