ZregerZ: I walk along the railway
ZregerZ: We have shells there.
ZregerZ: and I observe the following action:
ZregerZ: to the small shell goes a gazelle, comes out not quite sober man, opens the gate, climbs into the car trying to get in, but so something is wrong here (and more precisely the shell time at 2 below the car) stops, comes out of the car, looks at the shell, stands like he thinks, does not understand what is wrong. He turns around and I hear him crashing: “Beh, this is not my car.”