The whole area thought of me as a joke, because every night I almost came home in different cars. Absolutely different. Years ago, Edison was back. The taxi in which I was served, in the dark hours of the day preferred to travel exclusively on cars without shacks. The cooperatives were made up of guys who, for reasons not understood to me, did not use the identification signs (well, maybe they were ashamed to tax, although this is a shame) and it was for this reason that the whole district idiot thought that I gave everyone to the right and to the left. And I took a taxi almost every day because the organization I worked for didn’t want to pay the bank if we didn’t have time to get to them with money. The point is that at that time I was 18, and I was a virgin. From a neighbor whom I met later, years later, I learned that the entire district people thought I had died somewhere from AIDS, because I give everyone right and left. I just moved. This is how rumors are born.