Two individuals. Two nationalities. Two different age groups. One agenda. To infiltrate a yard. To paint a train under the noses of the workbums. The exciting story of the Fossil and the Fresher.
Neither had met before. The older one, Fossil, knew about the railways; how they worked and where the yards were. He was also the messenger with the paint and the necessary "gear". The younger dude, Fresher, was the guy with the skills and the experience of changing train company liveries into something a little more "unofficial". Two entirely separate "jigsaw puzzle pieces" with different lives, tastes and aspirations were linked together perfectly to make a force to be reckoned with. Their first meeting was not clinical.
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zerok - prague
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shok ovni - belgium
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window down - east
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twix - prague
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They established trust and intent over pizza and Guinness while the paint cans nestled in the rucksacks beneath the pub table. Then came the can shaking ceremony in a nearby house; a kind of tribal dance before the onslaught. Fossil explained his chosen target for the night. Fresher planned the designs and the colours.
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thtsk - holland
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suer - copenhagen
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suer - copenhagen
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spul - italy
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No car was available so they took a train to the target city and a cab to the target area. Boldly they walked in through the front gate. The busy and bustling yard was just reaching one of its busiest times of the day when trains were arriving every five minutes to be parked in several lay-ups overnight. Orange clad workbums and cleaners were everywhere.
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rule - copenhagen
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razor - amsterdam
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4 pussies - prague
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plek - prague
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Fossil and Fresher hid behind a fence next to which railwaymen walked to and from their canteen, unaware of the trespassers in their midst. The only living creature aware of them was a young fox which seemed to enjoy this unusual bit of nocturnal company.
"The brambles tearing flesh and clothes but who gives a fuck when the target is there!"
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pegh - barcelona
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ovni - belgium
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ovni - amsterdam
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leon - copenhagen
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Then came the time to strike. A two coach train stood exposed before the open doors of a workshop where buffers were at work spray-cleaning a train. Some bushes provided convenient cover (the brambles tearing flesh and clothes but who gives a fuck when the target is there!).
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w.d. - stockholm
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kesie - paris
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kesie - dortmund
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heor - denmark
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A quiet moment came and the cans were out. Fossil kept watch while Fresher did the piece. The smell of fresh spray paint wafted back into the bushes. Suddenly the appearance of a workbum caused the alarm signal to be raised. Fossil skulked further into the brambes, Fresher dived for cover. False alarm. The job was finished and photographs taken.
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heor - denmark
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golpe - barcelona
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golpe - east europe
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golpe - italy
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Fossil and Fresher walked out through the main gate leaving behind one fucked-up train and some open jawed workbums with one thought "when did it happen? HOW did it happen?" Followed by the desperate check on fences to see where the yard had been penetrated. Nothing. Just several hours extra work to get the paint (and the polyurethane varnish) off of one of their new long distance trains.
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ensi isf - dortmund
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eng - warzawa
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ebbe Y2K - holland
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philly arom - berlin
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Outside the yard came the handshake and the congratulations. Mission accomplished. Bombers returned home safely...no losses...no casualties. Now time to plan the next hit... The End.
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cake - stockholm
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cakes - rome
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cake - london
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bug - prague
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balet - prague
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arom phily - berlin
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aod - amsterdam
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aix - copenhagen
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Two postcards were sent to our computer-lab last week. One came from a small train company in the Alps, and the other one came from an old train guard in New York who wonders where all graffiti writers went after the 80'ies.
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"Hi Endstation! I work for a small train company in the Alps. I would just like to warn any graffiti vandals who dare to visit our only lay-up inside a cave in the mountains. Regards Albert."
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"I am a former guard for yards in NYC. I wonder where all the graffiti went after the 80'ies. See ya!"
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