I've got all the time in the world
It is a commercial street. A very steep street strangely decorated with elephant knickers and King Kong boxer shorts that carry a message of encouragement to lose weight and promote the smaller sizes. The facades of the houses are decorated with mosaics but it's just the paint that is falling apart as if made from post-it (post-its, postites). I continue ascending the mountain and I swerve a bored police car by the simple fact of just being able to go through the pedestrian zone, it does. At the top I find the image of a boy with folder and a pen burned into my eyes. He's going to convince me to sign up for something...But for once (different from what usually happens in these situations) I didn't avert my gaze or slowly move to the side but instead I went directly towards him.
