And now I was back to reality.

Goodbye and… Safe travel! “ said the electronic voice.
“Mavaffanculo… “
I pulled the credit card from the slit in which I had also inserted the cardboard for the payment of the motorway toll.
I was remarkably, for no particular reason, but I was.
I had known that road for twelve years, I did it at least thirty times a year to visit my mother on the Adriatic Riviera, in Riccione, I had done it at every hour and in all weather…