Many residents of large cities are subjugated by the stress and traffic (both, without doubt, they feed on). In this brief review, Griselda Rodriguez shows the case of Maria Fernanda Pelaez, who frightens drivers who dare to cross into your lane, as a safety valve.
A María Fernanda
not seem so terrible to be on the brink of insanity because he does not realize. He said "though I hate the cars, my anger has no explanation, as I know it's temporary," and went on to detail the persecutions starred this week with his new car. "I do not know if that is new, represented by the stupidity or simply because I had a week of hell, took the mobility and diseased nerves to get even with others, "he explains and sentence," there is nothing more annoying than a bad driver. "
The first persecution occurred at Orizaba. Maria Fernanda was late in search of her boyfriend ("Jalapa and do not know why, I never got to the house"). It was dark, the sky tight, dense, infernal slumber of the storm which threatens to total valemadrismo days ("never condescends to a drop before May, but still the expectation that there fuck you"). His neck was a monolith, erratic breathing, pulse insane. I had not had a good day. "Then from nowhere appeared a narcissus Lotus spend trying to hit my left mirror," says excessive. Honked and burned to death with your high beams. When high turned green (because it had fallen behind the car, the dent mm) chased him into a corner facing the square Rio de Janeiro, to leave after the attack. "The Lotus ran down the left and I had no time to lose, I had to go to the right," he explains simply. Maria Fernanda recalls that for some glimmer of lucidity poked his madness, he realized that he was acting like a criminal, so I stopped a block from the house of her boyfriend. "I was terror that my state of tension to realize who I am."
Who is Maria Fernanda? Only reaches five feet in height and has a candid look, it seems so light and innocent all his goodness for granted. She sees it differently, is retaliating with the same pride to the city that devours.
cars are alive, full of character, he explains. "When you assume manage nature. Some will want to fall sympathetic but are hypocrites, like the Mini Cooper, "he says, as if it were reasonable," others, like the Beetle, they are like cockroaches for their erratic movements. " Yours, a Peugeot 306, is unpleasant. It has slanted eyes, dilated pupils and expression of anger. So handle it so well.
Another afternoon, in the same week, Maria Fernanda left work in a terrible mood. He went to the circuit and a van pedantic, a Honda, tried crush. "I could not help it, went into my lane" is justified before relating his new hunt. He made light and accordingly, you lied to the mother, but he or they could not hear. In that chest feels ultra shielded either a god. So he proposed to go behind him in what remains of the road, drive them crazy with lights, corner them until they regret. Followed by the circuit and turned on the side to enter Reforma, Lomas address. The high in the Reform and Mahatma Gandhi was right behind his goal. Her purse was open in the passenger seat. He took some pills and ate them with the cold and brutal expression of a psychopath. "I do not know if my mechanical motion or simple paranoia of my persecuted at one point responded," continues. They were two men. He saw a movement, a silhouette in the darkness, the copilot, who rose from his seat at the rear. He thought that the fifth would destroy his car door again. Instead he saw lying in the back seat and the driver off the bag. So let's see. Just saw the hand of driver when covered with the bag, without looking back, which was hidden and sudden starts the truck to U-turns for Reform and retrace his steps. Maria Fernanda says
practicing yoga twice a week and attend sessions promptly at Buddhist Meditation Center City, activities that have failed to take his next goal of the head: "This week I have not pursued anyone, the peripheral me flame. "
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