It seems ages ago that I wrote a small post. It's about my obsession with cycling.
When I think about it I admit that it´s a metaphor for a compulsion in dealing with matters. Traffic is the issue in which I can get very furious. A certain stress comes over me. Sometimes I feel nothing can happen to myself when a car or bicycle on the wrong side of the road pass me at close distance.
Is this an obsession? What I do know is that it happens to much and it doesn't make me feel good.
Why do I have to tell an immigrant not to cycle on the cycle path in the wrong direction. Why? The immigrant might offend me with racism or whatever. But it isn't. It's my perception of justice.
I've chosen the wrong profession. :-( I should be an ordinary policeman in the streets.
Maybe I shouldn't be so relentless.
