January 27, late Monday night. Dark, wet, fog covered the ground. The clock shows almost 7 p.m. After a long day at work, I finally drive home. I drive on Taikos Street, turn halfway around the roundabout, then roll around the detour. The feeling that one is rolling around the city alone, apparently everyone is already comfortably spending the evening in their warm home. I'm in a hurry too. But at an urgent speed. I always feel a very strong sense of self-protection, both when driving and transporting a dog, and when walking through a crossing. I love myself, my loved ones. I love life.
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