We had to go to a wonderful country of Moldova. On the main street of their main city of Chisinau, I overtake some holidaymakers on a meeting street, and there has been no marking there for a long time and the road is dirty to the dirt (the case was in November). Immediately after the completion of the manoeuvre, I was stopped by an employee of the glorious Moldovan GIBDD.
The question is, “What’s going on, Captain?” He said a phrase that I remembered for a long time.
“You have crossed an imaginary double consistency!”
After offering to pay with imaginary money, we calmly went on.