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Me and My Mini Morris - the adventures 3.


But we shouldn’t rush so much ahead, especially if we park in a huge common garage. Because there we come across such obstacles, which might seem insurmountable for the first, the second or even for the hundredth sight and unfortunately they sometimes not only seem so. I’ve got a new parking place in the garage. I’ve had quite a lot of trouble with the old one, it constantly generated car crashes. I reversed to someone once or twice a year because parking in a „nook” prevented me from seeing clearly. There are no problems with my new parking place. It isn’t in the corner, there is only one neighbor (on the left) and no one on my right - just a concrete column. Oh, it is a pleasure to park in and out!! Or rather it was - during the summer. Half of the tenants hardly ever parked at the house, they mostly spend their holidays in the countryside or, for some other reasons, they didn’t use the garage of the apartment house. But fall came about and the garage got full. My neighbor on the left had paid his visit one morning by the time I got to the garage. The situation was suspicious at the first glance but the morning freshness hadn’t yet reached my consciousness, that’s why I didn’t realize the seriousness of the situation. I got into my car, I performed the usual ritual and I was ready to go. Since I was not accustomed to have a neighbor, I thought first of all I’d better assess the new situation. I was right...
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