Lie #3 - There's gonna be a rumble

I blew up buildings in France. No, no, it’s not what you’re thinking. I’m not a terrorist. I was working with a demolition crew that had to clear some run-down apartment blocks from the 1950s to make room for something new and nifty.

By the way, the French don’t implode structures with dynamite the way we do in America. They have a kind of hydraulic jacking device that lifts one side of a building and can actually turn it upside down. It’s a lot quieter than the way we do it, and a lot less noisy.

The last structure that had to be destroyed was the house that the crew was staying in during the project flipped just fine, but it was too light to self-crush like the apartment buildings we did. So, the demolition company sold it to a guy who shipped it to the Kaszuby area, by the Baltic sea, in northern Poland.

Interestingly, everyone I have met on this project speaks fluent English, with an American accent, which makes my attempts with my phrasebook sound quite pitiful.