At a corner a man stops my car. My fantasy sees knifes, dark scenes and I try to recall my old karate knowledge. But he enters my car, accompanied from a intense scent of alcolhol, smiles and says: You saved me! I have to go to the next village and don’t know how! It isn’t my way, but I take him there and he gets out, leaving a happy smile and his aroma. Daily Painting about help