yeah, it has passed some time from soltice to equinnox ...

! )
Already recovered since a month ago from a street accident I had on july 14th: only an inner fracture of a supletory bone -already gone- and a highly smashed left knee that stills protests in days of high humidity and fast movements. I´m also again in sintony somehow with the daily crazy city´s traffic humor (surprisingly that was more difficult than learning to use crutches, baring pain, asking others to do things for me, or deal with stairs...: I really wished during some weeks to be living in a XIX´s century city...

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I was in danger situations in the past and reported by other persons (in direct or indirect ways) to "not see me" in those moments. This time, with the old guy that hit me with his car happened the same but with other consecuencias ...

(he gave to me his more factical optical versión about a cone of light and darkness at that moment that avoided he to see me). The guy was in shock more than me: he thought he would encounter me in a blood pond (the car hitted me, I walked upwards with the car still going on, I fell on the front part of the car and then fell on the street with my legs under the car ...). It was almost cinematographic, the sensation was "it can´t be happening" to "damn, it is happening" to simply "it is happening" ... and the funny thing was that there was a gap where I felt there was no place for drama (that came further, obviously...

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Later, I found out that the guy I insulted after the accident was a survivor of one of the centros de detenidos of the last dictatorship ... it was also an odd momento a week or so after the accident where I felt really bad and angry about the situation... When I told that to a friend she told me "oh, well, the guy hitted you, he drove stupidly and at this moment you are the one with miracously only one leg broken, enough with that story...!.
Well, meanwhile I had enough time to wonder about "what story?" and left the scene peacefully ...
