The New Car - My Fiction Story

I bought a new car. The one before was 15 years old, although it was still going just fine (I take greater care of cars than people). Cars today have incorporated functions that didn't exist in the old ones. I tell you this in case you wish to take advantage of the €1,500 to €2,000 that, according to the promise of Pinocho, (minister of traffic) would be granted to me if I buy a new car. I bypassed this offer. Whoever wants it, it's his. Just go to a car concessionary and say "Apart from what is promised me, add that of Pedro's too."

I renounced the promised grant because life is short and promises from politicians take too long to complete, if at all. Some years ago when the Government announced social help to old folks who couldn't look after themselves, an inspector visited my mother to check her up. After a period not exactly short, dictated that yes she was physically not capable of caring for herself. Some time passed, some more time passed ... then one day my mother died, not needing help any more.

But let's leave the departed to rest in peace, and back to the car I was telling you about. There's this new thing I really like. It loves to talk. A lady's voice with an Argentinean accent tells me that when I get to the round about, I should take the 2nd exit. Minutes later another woman's voice, South American I think, warned me that there are radars on my chosen route: "Attention. Fixed radar. 120 kilometres per hour speed." Her voice was so very languid and sensual, which sent me dreaming and immediately forgot what I was supposed to remember. I also said nice things to her, and so we passed the time telling each other things, the 3 of us. Until I parked and turned off the engine.

I haven't dominated all the new functions yet. All machines talk now. My computer says "You got mail",Trains and buses announce the names of each place of the stop, and even how many minutes before you get to the next one as if you have any choice except to wait till you get to it. It didn't take too long when I discovered yet another feminine voice warning me that I am now running on the reserved tank of gasoline. With me alone behind the wheel, there are 4 of us for company.

Does sexy voice figure in the qualification these days of getting a the job I wonder? Ugliness accepted.

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Times Square - A Green Zone!

Can't quite believe what I am seeing - Times Square of New York, full of people all over the street, but unlike what I remember it with them permanently hurrying to get somewhere, day or night, are now all lounging about, apparently with nothing to do at all except enjoying their leisure. In the middle of the street!! They are there reading, listening to music or people watching. This photo below was taken right after the authorities closed up this, the busiest area in the world, to all traffic to the Broadway Avenue, between the streets 42nd and 47th. This measure has raised huge polemics between the supporter of the area open to traffic, and the ones who enjoy this new Green Zone right in the middle of the city. But I have not followed up quite unusual & interesting news and now wonder whether it's still being so. What I want to know is: where did all those lounging chairs come from? Green Zones there are, but providing loungers as well? Free? Or hired out by the hour/day? Who put them out for the day and who clears them away at night? Is this measure for short term only, or is it to be like that always as from now? On English beaches, such chairs are hired out, or people have to bring their own. Nothing is free. Whereas in Roses, Spain, whenever there is a procession or a parade when the public would be all out to watch the spectacles, there would be deck chairs put out by the Town Hall, neatly lining both sides of the street, and these are all free for whoever wishes to use them. When the festivities is over, they would disappear as if by magic within practically minutes. Tag:Timessquare

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