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I was 30 at the time and I was an itinerant salesperson. All week on the move. It all started one evening in the direction of Mont de Marsan in the Landes. It was 7:00 p.m. when a pressing urge took hold of me. On these long straight Landes lines in the middle of the pine forests, I saw a sign “Aire de repos” on my left. A few kilometers and I stopped in an undergrowth with numerous sand passages and a few tables. Oddly 3 vehicles were parked away from each other. I park in a corner and get see the rest