After a month of crazy, swerving, erratic, unturnsignaly driving, there was a wreck in front of my apartment. I wasn't even going to post about it, but it was so strange by comparison to American standards that I felt compelled.
Despite the fact that the front of the taxi was severely crunched from ramming into someone who apparently did not take my father's "how to back out without dying" driving class, and the fact that there are enormous shards of plastic littered in the street, I have not heard 1 siren.
Information was politely exchanged and both drivers headed back on their way. No holding up traffic. No yelling. No asshole driving with his leg hanging out of the driver's side window.
The Faith Project - Trust in Thee
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