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security He had just come from the factory, eight hours of monotonous work next to the machine, three shifts, once from six a.m. to two p.m., then from two p.m. to ten at night, and another shift from ten to six in the morning. However, it was worth it, the bank finally granted him the loan for his dream car. No Porsche, because, of course, his wife and children also had to have seats in it. Nevertheless, they were very sad when they learned that there would be no more summer vacation at the lake for the next six years because otherwise the monthly rates could not be paid. His car stood in the fenced parking lot of the factory, even with security guards. At least that way, he could work untroubled, knowing that no one would get to his car. When he arrived at his gem, he went around to admire it and to make sure that no one had scratched his darling while parking. Slowly he finished his cigarette, his noble vehicle with enormous horsepower was supposed to stay clean. He also always reminded his wife and children not to get in with dirty shoes. The key almost slipped into the keyhole by itself and all doors opened automatically with a small movement. The radio inside was tuned to his football broadcaster, "Always on the kick" was the motto. If he had bought his kids a normal computer, he could now watch the matches on the Internet. Why did one have a television? Unfortunately, he had to follow the broadcasting times. His club had lost again, but in the new car, the news sounded less shocking, he even whistled a little song that was not sung at all during matches, but yelled. “Hey, you idiot! Why are you walking across the street right now? Do you want me to wear down my brakes and car rubbers?” The terrified pedestrian jumped back onto the sidewalk. Didn't they know that he had a new car? He felt that the whole world was looking at him in his new car. The news on the radio reported that the government in the neighbouring country wanted to change the constitution because of terrorist threat, but that this was actually directed against its own citizens in order to prevent demonstrations. "We need that here too!" - he thought to himself. “They also set cars in fire during demonstrations. It's a joke of history that the very people, who caused the damage back then, were now forming the government." Finally, he arrived at the block of houses. Ten-story concrete houses as far as the eye could see. He drove proudly through this city jungle. Everyone had to cast an envious look at his acquisition. That was the recompense for the daily humiliations in the factory. His head of department had to take care of his sick old mother and had therefore only been able to afford a used car. Well, that supervisor didn't like it when one of his subordinate employees drove a better car than him. At every encounter, this boss made him feel that it was precisely because of the new car that he was in the hands of his superior. If he was fired, he would have to sell his darling. Again no parking spot! There were actually twenty parking spots for two hundred apartments. He had to park his cleanly polished vehicle in the mud. And he couldn't afford a garage. He got out and walked towards the ten-story house in which he lived. He had already opened the door when it occurred to him that he had forgotten to turn off the car's lights. The battery would be dead by tomorrow, so he went back. But everything was switched off. Reassured, he moved back towards the front door. The elevator didn't work, but why should he wonder? He, like many others, didn't pay the ancillary costs for the maintenance of the house either. He lived on the tenth floor. He had to use the stairs. When he got to the third floor, it occurred to him that maybe he hadn't locked the doors. His feet quickly carried him down. Driver's door, passenger door, rear passenger doors, everything was fine! On the third attempt on the way to his apartment, he reached the fifth floor, he turned back because the radio, the hood and the trunk door had to be checked. When he finally got to the top, he did that several times a day, maybe he was even fitter than the soccer players he supported, the broadcasting of the soccer match had already started. He quickly switched on the television, got a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and sat down on the sofa to enjoy the action on the green lawn. A squeak of brakes awoke him. Had someone hit his darling or was it being stolen? He jumped up, got to the window, and searched the area for suspects. Not even the screaming of the soccer reporter about a goal could lure him away from the window. He slept very poorly that night and decided to go to the police immediately the next morning to request a patrol for this part of the block of houses. He also wrote a letter to the government that night demanding that the penalty for thefts be increased. Back to list!

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