I drive through the courtyard. I drive calmly, 20 km/h. I listen to Morandi, I think good. I can see that something is flying in me. Braking on the floor, ABS chokes, the car crashes, a seven-year-old pygaly arrives in the corner of the buffer on a healthy two-way suspension. We stood for 5 seconds and looked at each other. I go out:
Girl, are you not upset? Did not hit?
No uncle, it’s okay. Just put me on a bicycle, or I can’t get in myself.
Well let it. And watch, ride more carefully.
I sit in the car, I think: "Courageous, it will go far... if it survives."