Tomorrow, at 3pm I’ll have to go to the police station, they need more informations on what happened to finish their investigations.

The taxi driver (which is the faulty: he crossed my way while he had a red light) will certainly be there, but it seems he wants to make of me the faulty.

How? By accusing me of being drunk!

Yes… That guy I went to see after the shock (to check if he was okay): he shouted at me and he went in the first ambulance that came for that little thing he had.So, this guy didn’t even see me closer than 2 meters, he didn’t stay until 4am standing there, on the police station etc..  He is sure I was drunk!

He went out of the hospital after maximum one hour. This guy, to have his insurance paying him, has to prove I was the faulty, and he doesn’t care if I go to jail, because such an accusation, if only he could prove it (which is impossible) leads to jail (for me).

This is what I’ll have to face tomorrow. A bastard!

NB: today, july 23rd 2007; 7:36pm Tunisian time; I still believe in justice, I hope tomorrow same time, same place I’ll still think the same! 

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