Sara was tired. Tired of everything – her job, colleagues, traffic jams, bad-working microwave oven, heat of the summer city covered in dust and permeated with cafes and restaurants all looking the same, newspapers that brought only sad news, faded apartment that never looked at the sun with its gray windows, lack of passion in life, and much more. On the Internet, she found out a proposition to take a rest for several days in the cabin in the woods that had a fairly nice price and was valuable for her: there was a lake there, clear forest air, a little store in the city if she needed anything. But the best thing for her was a quiet rest, wooden house of a type of a cabin with the fireplace and total representation to oneself. She could listen to squeaks of pines, as squirrels rustle in the trees, as birds chirr and chat, as fireplace crackle – this all contributed to her happiness and tranquility.

I was driving 70 kph on the road. A beautiful road by the sea. I was returning from the client of mine, as I work in Ankara eskortlar service. I only put my eyes down at three seconds to find a lipstick in my purse and when I got eyes up, the big truck was going right on me. Reflexes worked and I hit the brakes, turning the wheel out from the collision. Still, despite my actions, it wasn’t enough and we collided. My car flipped over and was pushed back to the sideway. It’s a good thing I was fastened so I didn’t fly off the driver’s seating. Safety airbags made everything to save me. I was hurt & passed out.