After my jaunt to the punk club I decided to sleep in as late as possible, even beyond sleep. I got up eventually, and immediately called Armando, it’s storage day. I left the pricey place where The Archive had arrived in one of those massive articulated trucks but it was just too expensive to keep, too hard to get to (in Maia) and the hours you could get there were very limited so now everything is in Armando’s brothers garage in Vilar do Paraíso, closer, cheaper and open to rummage on Saturdays. I nipped to the cafe for a muffin, took a coffee from the fridge and jumped in the van and 20 minutes later I was staring at the mass of collected road cases, boxes suitcases and all kinds of strange looking pieces of equipment - which must be the Russian projectors, yes that’s right.
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