The hard streetlight It was a cold and dark winter day. It was raining outside the window. Nobody walked on the street, except Harry “the crazy”: completely wet and frozen, he tried to exercise himself jumping and running as a young dog in the middle of the road. Since I know him, he follows always the same routine: he got up early in the morning and start training all day long, no matter if it’s raining or thundering… Suddenly a clueless car turned the corner and collided violently with Harry. The car was completely shattered, but Harry seemed to be ok. I had watched the entire scene throw the window, and I quickly went out and tried to help Harry. “I am ok” he said “but I really don’t know what about this son of a bitch”. At the same time he pointed the crashed car, someone open the door and got out the cabin. He was an old man, with a surprise expression, everything covered of blood. “I saw him in the last moment, then I tried to dodge him but I hit with this fucking streetlight…”. “Don’t be worry” replied Harry “the bulb is still working”