4.3 COMFORTABLY NUMB - THREEI get into the ring road to look for the car that I dreamed of. What a stupid idea.
The wine, the tequila, the cold of that terrace and that i***t who staged suicide... Perhaps all this gave me hallucinations: the black bodywork, and the fuchsia mirrors. Someone must have been hiding in there, in the parking lot of the compound, to carry out some activity that is not entirely legal or just to hide from prying eyes.
I look at the time on the dashboard of the car; it’s 10:25 pm, I should go back to the motel to sleep.
I leave the ring road and get onto the back road. The car in front of me puts the indicator up to go right and pulls over to a parking area. I discard it on the left and go on.
I go around a roundabout and I go straight at the exit. I am forced t
