A couple of months ago, a neighbor-old man asked to find him on the Internet information about the car recycling program. I decided to get rid of the old Golf and at least once in my life to buy a new car, not a new car.

Yesterday I went — I watched him in his Kalina crawling in the garage. I ask: "Well, how is your laurel?"

He replies to me: "Seek on your internet, can you take your car back from recycling, and it's fucking to give up there?"