Postcards from the edge

Postcards from the edge
Tales of (mis)adventure from abroad



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The soaked janitor furiously kicked my friend Hicham and I out of the building, literally. Six hours earlier, we had barricaded ourselves on his rooftop, along with all the necessary supplies to wreck havoc on the street below. We had begun by snipering rival gangs, but quickly moved on to anybody who we decided, after a democratic vote, deserved it. The projectiles consisted of water bombs designed from ingeniously folded sheets of paper which incidentally, gave the sidewalk an interesting facelift. Our luck ran out when he appeared around the corner to investigate the complaints: 2 Yeas – 0 Nays.


There are 3 comments.

  1. comment number 1 by: Simon

    Is it you at the right ?

  2. comment number 2 by: Yannick

    What? Have I really aged that much? Yep, it’s me.

  3. comment number 3 by: Dominique Mamet

    Coucou Yannick!!!!!!!!!!! Tu es trop mignon sur la photo!!!

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