And they say you never get in the same traffic jam twice! Liars. Murphy Law excelled himself and on my way back home tonight I found myself in…traffic jam…déjà vu. For a moment it was as if there was no day between two moments of my driving today…even the road was the same, the place was almost the same…the side of the road was mine again, although I was moving in another direction…oh well…evening traffic jam wasn’t as good as the morning one. It was dark and I was tired…the songs were all there with me, at least. Bon Jovi beautifully agonized over someone. And the accident turned out to be not so serious as the other one. Passing by the scene, an unexpected thought: one day I might become statistics here too…how we know where we end up? There is no way to know, really…I wonder, if it is less painful to die in road accident then, for example, from the old age...a fast transition...for those in a hurry.