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Monday, 4 June 2012

The euphoria of hitting the jackpot, i. e., being refunded, was over. The thought of the unattended car entered like Niagara Falls. Blame me for what? I had no time to check it out. Yes, retrieving my lifelong savings was seductive. But what if the car was stolen? OK. OK. You think if I reported it right on the nose, they would deliver the car to the home? Was I stupid not to believe a handwritten letter containing my version of what had happened would be accepted by the accounting of the hospital? If I had rejected the idea wouldn't I feel sorry now? Well, don't you know 'stupid people do stupid things'? And stupid things, a norm, have magical power? The whole world is run by the stupid.

Anyway, we sat down and pressed our two heads like two sheep against one another. There was no way to learn how to take the first step. I suggested that I should begin with the ground zero where the accident occurred, and once again begin with the shopkeeper. Can't you do it via phone or audio sites? You must be kidding.

So I started with the shopkeeper. Of course, he was busy with his customers. A customer suggested that they normally tow away a car to (a) parking lot! How many? As many as the hour markings on the clock face. Always begin with the unknown. Someone had a good idea: 'Why don't you begin with a traffic police station?' Isn't the main objective of police 'to serve and to protect'? Are you out of your mind? They have come to plunder. No they are not victors. They are corporate mercenaries. Anyway, it took me several trips to eventually find the probable geographical location of the parking lot: over and beyond a ridge, miles away.

I drove for two hours to the foot of some hills and precariously drove upward on a winding dirt road until I reached a ravine where a rickety kiosk was installed. Very humbly I approached the window and after delivering a slave-type greeting to the man behind the window, while offering a pack of cigarette with one cigarette sticking out, (N.B.: I do not smoke, but had bought a good brand to break the ice.). I explained what had happened. Yes, I have the IDs. She's my g…, wife. She is in bed and can't move. I was busy with the hospital. I know it is too late. Here you are. You worth much higher,( and handed him some money earned with much pain.)

I was told to park my car away from the kiosk. Sure. I will place two pieces of rocks behind the rear tires to prevent the car from sliding down the hill. No, I do not carry on me any wrenches or tools. I understand. Yes, some thieves enter the parking lot and steal auto parts.

It took me hours to find the car among an ocean of towed in cars. First, I did not recognize it. Was it dirty? No. More than that: scratched, dented, shattered, etc. Now, a voice on a loudspeaker said: 'After finding your car, come back to the gate.'

I went back to the man. Now, I realized that moving the car was subject to a complex out-processing. I had to go downtown to several departments, scattered around the city, namely, municipality to get a clearance for any rear taxes or dues. Traffic Department to pay for any traffic tickets.

This one was very preposterous, as I was shown several unpaid tickets. Namely, I was seen smoking while entering a city that I had never visited in my life, or driving without a seat belt while leaving a town I had never visted.

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