One weekend, I came home from Iasi to see what my parents did.
By the evening I went to my parents' room to find out what had happened at home in my absence.
A more tragic event was a car accident that happened at the exit of the city. It was a man who had a very high speed, and the slippery snow covered the road. He lost control of the car and struck a tree outside the road. In a few seconds the fire started to come out of the car, but the driver was still not out, because the doors were blocked. There was nobody in the area and the man died in the car's flames. When I heard this event, I could not believe it because there had not been a car accident in my town with a victim.
Since then, I have remained the image of a man who is burned alive in a car.

Last edited by the.moonlight (2018-06-12 12:00:55)