There were too many cars in the parking lot next to our office that morning. I stood waiting for the outgoing car to get up to the free place, when on the other side, right in front of my nose, a well-dressed young man, who saw the kinds of opels, flew on a calamity, sharply showing me the middle finger and throwing away, "And you are from here, horse!" You would see his face when five minutes later he entered my office for an interview for a position in our company.