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from there that he can orient himself to where the control cabinet is.

                     "You must have a ticket if you are to stand here," says a hoarse voice behind
                   him. A tall guy in red uniform shirt stands behind him and pats him on the

                   shoulder.

                     "Uhhh, what?"
                      Janokovic is shocked. It is one of the two cabin-drivers; a tall guy with a long,

                   narrow face, dark brown strait hair and two close-fitting eyes. Terry is the

                   youngest one of the two cabin-drivers. He looks stressed and tired. Tired of
                   telling guests the same thing over and over again; where the queue starts, where

                   the queue ends and so on.
                     "Can't you read?" He jokes.

                     “Look at the bloody sign over there! You need a ticket, otherwise you have to go

                   out, and get behind the plastic fence. Why do you think it's there? READ the sign!
                   It says: Only ticket access,” Terry grunts, looking disapprovingly at the skinny

                   brat in front of him.

                     "Well, I didn’t see it."
                     "Go to the ticket booth and buy a ticket just like everyone else, or maybe that

                   will mess with the cash, huh?" Terry waving his hand angrily as a sign that he
                   should go away.

                     Janokovic slowly begins to pull away from the area. He looks around to locate

                   the control cabinet, but the darkness, the noise, the flashing lights make it
                   difficult to remember exactly where the cabinet is. Finally. Just by the wheel to

                   the right, approximately 20 meters away, he sees it. He immediately starts

                   walking towards it, dodging the many human bodies on his way. As he
                   approaches the cabinet, he stands discreetly in front of it and bends down as if

                   he's about to tie his shoe; at the same time, he looks around to see if anyone is

                   looking at him, but there is none. The dark, the flashing lights - people are way
                   too busy with everything else but looking for a lousy teenager. Security? He looks

                   around - still nobody. With a quick move he gets up and disappears behind the

                   bush next to the electric cabinet. He grabs the can with liquid and his
                   pocketknife. He can see that the Ferris wheel is down; he'll have to wait for Terry

                   to put it back on again. His heart thumps; if the guards catch him now, he’s
                   officially done.
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