for pedestrians and cars. A year ago, me and my twin daughters (again 5 years old) were almost shot down by a cruiser that flew out of the underground parking lot of Ashan. My deceitful appearance (an eye-catching, dull, 40-year-old male) played a wicked joke with him - pleased to break him both wrists and both keys, providing absolute nirvana for 1.5 months in the hospital for philosophical reflections on the meaning of life. I made a conclusion for myself. Since then I have missed all the pedestrians.