ESL FRANCHEVILLE

No, it was not a malicious gossip

There was really there a good hundred of candidates agglutinated in front of the grids of the park of the Gold head. Candidates, because finished it was necessary to see how! One would have much more needed than cold and timetable to discourage all this Ledmans (of course etymological of our famous led who puts our forehead on in every nocturnal reckless adventure). To turn back? Never, the promise of this delightful sauerkraut promised at arrival is enough to persuade the reticent.

After some squeezes of get, some Yours, are you also there? , How you knows? , forgot You your ticket of bus, in case or? , Some photographic immortalisations, and, heck, 1 are missing, they wanted to be 100, us! . (that's true that this makes it not, leave to 99!!!).

Last preparations, his provision be lined up, its laces, one checklist our small habits thoroughly are narrowed and, this is there finally. They dash forward. To us slopes, walk of staircases, slopes, walk of staircases, phew, not, madman, I would say.

The band left, soon every mates in effort. The escort is impressive, the organizers begin a long the tail of this tremendous platoon goes and comes between the head and, to reassure crossroads for this happy-go-lucky person " night runner ". In spite of cold, it is them who, really, are going to sweat the first, without forgetting, of course, to encourage mildly those who will be in grief.

This first part which will make us discover unpublished itineraries, will be punctuated with some nice stopovers, which will allow to the shepherds to regroup the herd. They will use it, hollowing-out, to exchange on our last " Perfs ", our last courses, our bobos last, and hop, they leave again!

It is at the edge of a crossroad for the russet cross that it is necessary us to see reality opposite. A part of us has no permission of midnight, and must come back to the bercail. A tear, and under way, this time, more the time to tattle, it is necessary to drop the horses!!! The train plan-plan of the beginning: forgotten. Now, they draw, the bitumen is heated, basketball speaks.

Never the natives had seen this! Luminous gones who runs in the middle of the night across our streets, and, look, in more they have happy air!!! .Jamais seen so much smiles and encouragement on a course. It is holiday. They transcend themselves. The astonishment which we provoke gives us wings and transports us at the foot of a splendid building. A blow of simple, and we climb walk up, under eyes dumbfounded by the inhabitants who barely dare to open their door. AND this is there, the bar of thousand is attained.

We can come back now. The pessimists will be able to throw their ticket of bus (in any case, at this hour, it is too much late). We meet in front of the grid of departure, exhausted but. A runner does not succeed finish his running and rents a velo' v.

That's right Milmil' s.