The bridge has not adjusted well to its always-strapped foster home, and it often turns in its sleep when it is possibly dreaming of its lush and joyous originally intended home and pops a girder out of place.
A ponte non se adaptou ben ao seu fogar de adopción e a miúdo retórcese cando durme, probablemente soñando co luxo e a ledicia do que ía a ser o seu orixinario fogar e unha viga descolócase.