One day, I spent the night in an abandoned car. The car had no engine, no steering wheel, no wheels, and no lock—so it was clearly abandoned.
Why am I describing all this in such detail? Because a traffic accident happened. At night, I saw an imported car speeding down the highway—a Cherokee Jeep. My broken-down car was parked motionless in a drainage ditch 100 meters from the road, while the Jeep was driving on the highway, which had guardrails on both sides. It should never have caught up with me… but the driver was drunk, so he rear-ended me.
That's the entire story of the traffic accident. Their Jeep was completely fine, but my junker was utterly wrecked.
Everyone in the Jeep climbed out. There were four of them, each taller and more imposing than me. The driver was the most sober. As soon as they got out, they shouted at me: "What's wrong with you? You damn dog!"
I apologized, but they wouldn't let it go: "Look… look what you've done! Couldn't you find… find another place to park? Pay us $4,000!"
I said: "I don't have it."
"We don't care about that. You… you sell your villa."
"I don't have one."
"Then sell your apartment."
"I don't have that either."
"Then we'll take it from… from your kids!"
"I don't have any kids."
"We'll take your… your wife!"
"I don't have one of those either."
Hearing this, they immediately turned to discuss a strategy. One guy said: "If we kill him, we get nothing. That would be too shameful. We can't do anything that makes us lose face."
Another guy said: "Listen to me. First, we buy him a villa, an apartment, a car, and give him some cash. Then we make him drive and hit us. After he hits us, we take everything back and finally kill him. That way, we won't lose face."
Then the one who looked most like an intellectual spoke up: "Buddy, you have no choice. We've decided. In three days, we'll get you the money, the car, a three-bedroom apartment, and a villa."
We finally agreed: at exactly 3 p.m. on the fourth day, I would drive and catch up to them at this spot, hit their car, but not too hard.
I took a bath, shaved, and put on clean clothes. After all, they'd promised to bury me—in a well-known cemetery in this city. At 3 p.m., I arrived as agreed. But just before I caught up to them, they ran into a Mercedes first. Their car was smashed to pieces…
Now I have a villa, an apartment, a car, and money… If I throw it all away, I'd regret it. But if someone wants to kill me, I'm actually worth it now.
See? This is the kind of bad luck I ran into.