The taxi driver shrugged his mouth and said, “Give me a cigarette.” Once the rules were given. The taxi driver smoked and asked, “Do you know why there are so many gay people in Europe?” I felt that there was a brilliant version behind his mushroom. Maybe even a reprisal. It could not have been allowed. And I said, “I know, of course.” I thought I closed the topic successfully again. The driver asked for explanations. “In Europe, I say, there are so many gay people because they have given themselves to count.” The taxi driver survived a second stupor, drowned, threw a bucket and said, "Give me a cigarette."