Lawbreaker

Well, it had to happen some time. The time of course is always important. I had just dropped Sue off at the airport and was on my way to teach at a conference, and came to a sudden halt. A police check. Can I see your Carte Gris (the car's registration paper) - looked, looked some more. Darn. It seems to be missing. Your insurance... ummm... Sir, it is expired. Really?! Oops. Can I see your passport? Well, it is with Customs... for tax exemption for my container goods. I can show you a photocopy? Driver's licence please? Sorry... this is not an international permit. Oops again. Lost that.

Turns out the carte gris was in the car. But oddly, at that moment, I couldn't produce one valid document. Not one. Of four the polite officer requested, I had one - an expired insurance form. I expected to be hurried to the nearest prison cell.

Well, after a phone call or two, I was released to go and speak at the conference, but would have to return immediately afterwards - which I did, together with Tanteraka, who would help plead my case.

The story ends well. I received mercy. Grace. Freedom. I didn't deserve it.

A few days later Tanteraka got a parking fine - hardly a violation at all and there was no budging... a 60000Ar fine was imposed. Life isn't fair. Salvation wasn't fair either.

Got to go now. Sue has just started her first day at the school, and school itself only starts next week, so I have the boys. Anything could have happened by now - while I have been typing for ten minutes...