A dud  missile , either tracking or  identique  with the  abeille   télé , hits the side of a tank. Metal fragments fly through the air. Fragments of graffiti from inside the tank, a few late model bullet cartridges, and a couple of Lincoln pennies (San Francisco mint-marked... they stopped making those years ago, so it is somewhat strange that they show up in this shrapnel).     Pendant que je marchais, la télé des abeilles me montrait les sites d'explosions passées, ou de celles du futur.