One day, walking along the shore, I saw the Gypsies digging the ground... yes, the real Gypsies, with real scratches. It turned out that they had some sort of a Gypsy feeling overwhelmed the rails there, that they did hz there, they did not definitely strengthen the shore, and for the support of the pillar it was too close, but not the essence. One rail (or one rail) was already excavated, a few more were torn out of the ground, and the Gypsies were crawling further, there was still a couple of pieces. The next evening he went specifically looking, dug out a dozen 3-4 meters of sections, and forged further. It is worth noting that the place is not quite wild, but sparsely populated, and the rails needed to be raised along a fairly steep shore, from 5 to 20 meters to the top, it was interesting how these thin guys would pull them out. But I was not destined to see this, exactly at 4 in the morning, without a declaration of war, I and a neighbor, with the help of a thread, wires and some mother, pulled out all this hernia and twice in a trailer was taken to a familiar grandfather nearby (before we had to go further). I forgive you Gypsies.