On a sunny Monday morning, I got out of the constraints of working remotely to take care of personal matters. As I was driving my car through an area of human concentration, with a passenger beside me, in an acceptable traffic jam, a police officer beckoned me to park. Like any driver, I was worried for a moment, wondering what I could do. It quickly gave way to the certainties of someone who is up to date... and who knows his rights in a country where, I must confess, they are still respected.

In life, certain events mark us forever; for good or for bad. The event that marked me the most happened in the mid-70s, when I was just six years old.