It was her Enlightened ( a "gie" that I care about, what and where) the Minister showed herself to know about the Shopat. Although any builder, farmer, parcel. Yeah, the undertaker knows about shovels, but the Minister's a minister of non-flagology, right?
What to do with sandwiches, as she called them, means these propellers. What to do with the remainder of the crap?
I have an thought (I reserve it solemnly, including the date of Entry!!! ).
After these constructions there will be immense amounts of scrap, or steel poles. Something can be done about them.
As far as I'm concerned, the kamaraden aus dojczland is about to come in after the metallurgical intermediate. Of course, we will gain money from them by paying them for the transport and processing for their needs. Like any business with our allies.
They'll stay alleged propellers. That's my idea.
There was the Maginot Line. Gustava, Wal(as it fits) Atlantic, Molotov Line.
Their main trait-- comparatively equal distribution. Meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of tons of concrete, reinforcements, sometimes deep hidden lines (now draining energy) already supply a basis for the location of parts of the installation.
Don Ald's line. How it sounds!
Scattered without order, the composition, possibly including their strength, fortifications, surrounded by immense shafts (this terrible expression) of earth.
There are attitudes. Armed, shock-resistant. They weigh on average 1,300-1,400 tons of concrete and steel. Nothing but extra layers of concrete. And inside the splint put damping strokes, blades of windmills cut into, say, a fewer meters of sections. There'll be plenty of it, adequate for all the defence infrastructure.
Inside the command post, rocket launchers. And all the scrap handed over to us for a preferential or overpriced price by our kamahaden. When? The crucial thing is they will.
A certain amount of these "bases" may shortly be unchangeable foundations of improvement masterpieces. In case of good location towards roads leading to large cities of success. Not long, wide access roads, parking lots, roof landing sites. Penthousy on the highest floors.
Paradise chosen.
besides a place for large symbols of "development". Which besides means a fewer 100 meters of roads to the Ulga Houses network. That is, the aesthetic white toilets performing specified crucial social functions.
The rest? It's always possible to compression something into a commercial network cuddled to a increasing city of success.
And on the remainder of them, you can put up any statues for money. In honor.
In the universal version. The peasant organization line is inactive changing. We're unscrewing our current Patron. He's going to the warehouse. We get another 1 out, we screw it up. It's how he found it. That one's waiting for another turn of the drill. Good resource hosting is essential. What!!!
