Doing the usual run back from the Woods, a delivery driver in a heavy goods vehicle slams into the back of the minibus. The driver, a Czech, is distraught, talking about how his company has not maintained the vehicles and he knew the braking was not anything like optimal. I comfort him. He knows little English and I interpret for him. I ask someone to roll him a cigarette and a student does so. I say I’ll stay with him and wait for the police.

I’ve had this reverie now a good number of times, though it is a recent one.

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