Paris, France

The night they shut us down

Date December 2010
Posted December 2012
Getting busted in the Paris Metro
Countless times they'd warned about impending entry into the so-called 'real world'; each time the impact was far less violent than expected. Of course the bubble was always there, it was just that each year was taking me a little further out into its vast space. The inner surface, when found, is surprisingly warm. Inviting, even. This time my face was pressed hard to it, cheek smeared against its smooth invisible textureless boundary. For a moment I wished I had the knife they'd search me for, just so that I could cut out an escape hatch and continue further.

Unlike death, my current situation was entirely avoidable. Lumbering in the dirt beside the third rail I peered past the heads of my accomplices at the dog, frenzied and snarling. It was attached to an equally fearsome looking Metro cop, radio in hand reporting his findings. Behind us we could hear the steps that we knew were coming, hollow thuds upon the wooden duckboard. Running had been a gamble and were it not for the dog handler who'd launched himself and the mutt from a laid-up train and into our path, there's a fair chance we would've escaped. Instead we could do nothing but wait. The wooden thuds slowed to a stop replaced by the panting of heavy breath: the station master wasn't used to this. Our pursuer was riled, hollering into his phone no doubt to confirm our capture much more easily than expected.

Marched to the nearest station platform we stood four strong, backs to the tiled wall, bags on the ground before us. The passports which the Metro guards had taken from us were handed over to the Police Nationale men as they swarmed in, each eyeing us with disgust. In my right pocket my sweating hand nervously turned over a bunch of keys, Metro keys. An oversight on the part of the staff had left them hanging carelessly from a door somewhere else the night before, available and waiting for the opportunist thief. Their oversight had become mine: I should've ditched the contraband while I still had the chance. One of the police stepped forward and indicated that I should hold my arms out. The search had started.


Additional coverage of 'that' weekend: qx / siologen / ds / Marshall / Yaz.

Metro, Paris, France (2010) courtesy of adventuretwo.net

Metro, Paris, France (2010) courtesy of adventuretwo.net

Metro, Paris, France (2010) courtesy of adventuretwo.net

Metro, Paris, France (2010) courtesy of adventuretwo.net

RER A / D, Paris, France (2010) courtesy of adventuretwo.net

Haxo Metro, Paris, France (2010) courtesy of adventuretwo.net
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