The story happened to a sister of close friends. I will tell you from the first

The faces.

We live in Germany. We decided to travel to Tallinn with the whole family. We come to

The station. A number of taxi drivers. We are four and a lot of things. We start

Loading in the first taxi, but feeling that we are not all in, I say to my husband,

“Let’s get another car. I will go with the kids behind, and you with the things.

in front of.” Hearing this, the taxi driver without emotions, stretching the words that

added confidence in his competence, said that "Pe-spo-co-is

“Nothing, everything goes in.” Get in the car and I’ll get my stuff.

I loaded. My husband put me in the front seat to make me feel more comfortable.

I packed my kids in the back. I repeat, the car was

and small. When the luggage was clogged before refusal, there were still people on the street.

and two suitcases. The suitcase was pushed to his knees.

The passengers in the rear row, and the smaller one crashed on my knees.

In this situation, we were touched.

Then the driver said a monumental phrase: "Your

Taxes are a lot of things.”

There was no insult. I paid for color.