[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
Eventually, after nearly eleven months moving in and out Graz with my car, notwithstanding my best efforts to avoid speed-traps, checkpoints, laser-beams and the omnipresent patrol wardens, notwithstanding my application in searching and studying parking zones maps and matching free parking timings, I managed to get fined by the local administration for the silliest reason. But it was my fault and I can't blame anyone, S*t happens!
In the end the pizza that I took with my son last Friday was not really worth the total costs. I would have better make a good pasta at home and watch a movie on the sofa.