When it does three or four years went through a pothole, did not leave me a wheel. I left me the four, or the five. We go, that remained me without car. A pothole of coin, no of shod, in case no it pillan. In spite of this went on, go on, and the truth is that I have gone me accustoming to the pedestrian life. And until it goes me liking. They do not think that I look to the motorists with particular envy...