The web couldnt even withstand the Wikileaks 2015 email dump
They struggled to see out the tiny porthole window as the dark quiet night gave way to the first graying of the coming dawn. The early morning hours had been deadly silent. One man boosted the other up, high, and he clung to the port hole and watched for the sun to come up., searched the harbor fior any sign in the darkness.
With a breaking voice, the man below asked chokingky’. Do you see it? Is it still there?’