Early in the morning, a girl takes her dog out for its morning pee and, indeed, the animal lifts its leg and leaves its present dribbling around the corner and sliding down the paving stone. The girl looks at me with a sort of "So what?", and between her being sleepy and me being in a hurry, the autopilot decides it's too early to start the day with a lecture titled "Since last February, municipal ordinances have established that not diluting dog urine with water is punishable by a fine of up to 300 euros". The sequence ends well, because after a moment another pet owner, who has followed the scene from a distance, rinses the wall and the pavement with the water he was carrying in a small container.
A couple of hours later I'm walking on a pavement, next to which runs a well-marked cycle lane. And what do you think is coming down the pavement, happier than a lark, with that spring sunshine? Indeed, a bicycle. The onboard computer prepares the maneuver, puts me on a collision course with the cyclist and throws him the following message: "What you have here is a cycle lane". The man replies:
Of these things and their opposites (that is, of what compliant people do), there are a million in the city, as Arribas Castro, the unforgettable Don Pollo, would have said.. But the uncivil ones bother me more and more personally, and the civil ones make me disproportionately happy. Arriving home, I look in the mirror and for a moment I see my father.
