I've once worked for a year in the archives of a big city. We had to cleanup and preserves kilometers of shelves for the coming move (11 km cumulated, of documents on shelves, we did 3 km in a year, took 7 years for the whole thing).
We opened boxes never opened since 1935. Inside, we found
grey dust, not unlike volcanic ash. I kid you not. It was a bit like
Interstellar blight or dust storms.
I also remember at some point we ran into the "street names changes" archives.
One of the long gone streets was called "rue des trois canards" - which exactly translates as "Three ducks street".
And so we cleaned a crapload of such documents during an entire afternoon. And we ended blowing a fuse about the goddam three ducks. I distinctly remember going bonkers, Daffy Duck style: voice included. Try saying "Three duck street" with Daffy Duck voice impersonation.
Qwack qwack qwaaaack !
Another time I landed a summer job related to
tax sheets: cleaning them and classifying them according to people names.
With my colleague we ended so bored to death, we started a contest over the silliest names we could find on the tax sheets.
It is truly fascinating, the numbers of (french ?) people named after animals.
We ended with a lot of Chevreuils (deers) one Lapin (rabbit) a ton of Renards (fox) - and on and on.
And for the life of me, I found a poor guy with the name of William Saurin - which is a french brand of canned food.
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