A Little Fictional History Four years ago, when i had just attained to pass my driving exam, I was driving for my first time when it happened. I felt safe and peaceful, and I was in a big mall´s parking. Suddenly, while i was focused on the road and starting the car, a Little old vehicle appears from nowhere. He was surpassing the speed limit and forced me to change the direction. In the end, our cars crashed at their sides; we both stopped and got off the car. Our cars were damaged. ––What were you doing, dude? ––he shouted at me shaking with violence his hands. I started being very nervous, and I answered the same phrase making the same movements: ––What were you doing, dude? ––What do you think when you are driving? Do you think the road is only yours? I didn´t know what to say; just tried to do the same, but speaking very clumsy. ––What do you think when you are driving? Do you think the road is only yours? –– he asked me, and push me with much force. He turned more aggressive and the situation looks like to get worse. I became mute at the moment, and my next source was run away scared. After a few steps, I stopped and looked back : he was waiting by the side of my car, staring at me with curiosity. For a short instant, the feeling that i already knew the guy crossed my mind. Then, I understood that I was doing nothing and I had to return. Many people, who had watched the show, went closer surrounding us. ––Sorry, it wasn´t my fault…–– I remarked. ––Are you kidding? Look at that –– he put his hand on my shoulder and pointed at one signal. I hardly recognised it: Damn it! It was a traffic signal: “Yield”. ––He, he… ––Did you think that i was the guilty? I fix cars as a job, and i know how to drive them. Finally, once I accepted my fault, we were talking too much time until we could attain a fair treatment. We didn´t have to call the police in order to obtain assistance. I took my car to my family´s mechanic and I saw him, that guy, with a smile in his face. ––He, he… -- I just said.