It is a warm afternoon in southern France, you sit down in the tall grass filled with poppies. As you rummage through your bag to pull out your brushes and canvas to start painting the flowers you hear a group of men walk by. You look over your shoulder to see them all in military gear and weapons. They don't even turn to look at you as they walk past.

When you turn back around you see a tall man with a gas mask standing right in front of you.

"What are you doing?" He asks with a French accent muffled by the gas mask.