As it is tiring to merely wish for a house in a clean suburban area overlooking a manicured garden, one can wish for a Monday free of traffic jam. And when it actually happened: the roads were almost empty, the rows and rows of cars nowhere to be seen, one got freaked out.
Where is everybody? I wanted to ask. Apparently they were too afraid to go out, the TV and radio stations kept hinting that riots were in store, too many rallies threatening the government not to raise the fuel price.
I drove along the empty road, thinking of 2005 when the government raised the fuel price by 80%. It was also the year when my salary was significantly raised to compensate for it. I didn't quite know what to wish for: perhaps for the government not to raise the fuel price, and my salary to be raised significantly again, and a Monday with no traffic jam. Wishing for them all seems greedy.
In the back of my mind a house with a manicured garden popped, and I told myself that maybe I was greedy. Strangely, admitting that didn't leave a bad taste in my mouth.
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