and Taxi. Night, time to midnight. Order for the private sector. I come, I beat that on the spot, through the darkness approaches a violent man who is trying to light up the phone to pave his way. The right front door opens, this is a bonus, a familiar face.

D for good night.

I am good.

I am on the way. We go. My thoughts are turning in my head, fucking, maybe you didn’t recognize me? Though... six years have passed... her... her... she then went crazy on me, and I was like a scapegoat "rotted and thrown."

The whole trip the girl stacks in the phone, no hint of the past.

The final address.

Do I have it on the map?

Oh yes, I was fucking.

D for good night.

And you too, my dear.

I didn’t know exactly, or pretended, well. I go away. It does not pass and 15 minutes, the message "you are blocked, a complaint from a customer". The change is over, and the change is over by morning.

I knew it, I thought 😉