Sick of my bag and all my stuff, I throw it to the middle of the road, so I’ll have it smashed by some car. I walk home… But, suddenly, I start to regret it. That’s when I run back after it, nervous, worried… When I finally get there, I see it, completely ruined, hanging on an electrical line, for sale: 50€. This isn’t fair! It belongs to me! “It was found in the middle of the road, dropped and smashed.” - they said.
I cried, I tore my hair out! Finally, they gave it back to me. But, still… It wasn’t my stuff, ‘cause it was all smashed: ripped sheets, broken lines, stains, broken names.
Where the fuck am I?!
