My great plan was a failure.
I waited until late, their hour, and they both sat and stared at the window.
Outside there was a lot of commotion, but I did manage to see that it could be a way out.
Why they stared at it, I did not know at that point.
So I waited and when I got a clear shot I made my move.
I jumped from a ledge near one of the secured windows. Ran as fast as I could .. 1... 2 ... got ready to jump and .. I hit a wall.
It seems this was not a window, which could explain I could walk around it. I hit and could not move from impact, I heard Canman yell. I quickly regain my footage and legged it to one of my hiding places.
I have been too embarrass to write about it, but there it is.
The black-window is not a window, but rather some sort of sick entertainment for them.
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
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