Red or green?
In the meantime, the adult, the manually operated car, steered quite safely through the multi-lane streets of the hectic big city on a continent far from home. The child sat in the passenger seat, now also used to driving on the left lane, and looked forward, left and right, just as concentrated as an assistant driver – unless he had preferred to fall asleep because of the hectic pace of the traffic, until, often after several hours of driving in a traffic jam, he was finally told that he had arrived.
In bad English, the policeman in front and the adult in the car alternated between Yes-No-Yes-No-Yesssss-Nooooo!
This time the arrival at the destination was delayed for what felt like thirty minutes more, caused by a policeman who stiffly and firmly claimed that the foreign adult had clearly turned left at RED. In broken English, the policeman in front and the adult in the car alternated between Yes-No-Yes-No-Yesssss-Nooooo!
…the policeman was now standing there even more broad-minded, his shiny boots, reaching down to his knee, shining in the evening sun, both thumbs on his trouser belt, his sunglasses
The child in the assistant’s seat became more and more creepy, as well as knowing the adult and knowing what the policeman could not know, that the driver could be just as stiff and firmly stubborn. In the “family language”, which had to sound like gibberish to the policeman, the child urgently suggested to the adult to finally pay the fine so that the policeman – at that time one of the dream jobs of the child – could finally be redeemed, or rather, could dash off on his Chugger bike, which was ready for film. That would have been the dream of the child and the nightmare of the adult. Well, the policeman was now standing there even more broad-minded, his shiny boots, reaching down to his knee, shining in the evening sun, both thumbs resting on his trouser belt, his sunglasses never moving close to his eyes – and in the car a slightly desperate child, next to the strong-willed adult, who had meanwhile arrived at international financial policy, trying to convince the policeman and the child that not all of the strange-looking (Swiss! ) were simply stinking rich, he also worked for money, and so on.
The ultimatum: pay or police station!
The policeman understood the station, the child understood everything, but that didn’t help. The child listened with more interest than the order-man – until the order-man stepped to the ultimatum: pay or police station! Now the child was no longer well and although the adult wanted to show the good-hearted child in an exemplary manner that it could be done without bribes, the driver now, reluctantly but out of love for the child, pulled out an ID card from the workbook – and suddenly the spit was over and the traffic light was GREEN! On the way home the child did not fall asleep, but listened attentively again to why and how RED or GREEN – YES or NO sometimes so simple, often very complicated, then again way can be decisive. The child not only listened, he also asked totally exciting questions and developed his own views. Until today – also in terms of financial planning!
PS: what was written on the drawn identity card, is not revealed here, it would be too bad if the readers would copy the way out one to one, which in turn usually doesn’t work out, since it is well known that the solution of the problem doesn’t matter to the problem, but the solution must fit, that is the art. Good luck and good humour!
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