Rolling cans
After-supper talk with an Indian Phd student in computer science last weekend was a funny one.
Not even a person with that kinda brain can escape the mindframe.
The BBC was running the fiery Somerset crash report back to back and still referred to its stuff as breaking news after more than 24 hours since it went to the air.
“It must be more than that,” the doctorate fellow said like an old gambler placing a bet over a horse.
He was talking about the victims. He wasnt the only one that saw the fire gutted the cars and lorries, but come on man, didn't the screen also bothered to flash out some old records for you to compare?
The silly thing with his comment was, he may just forgot that the accident is thousand miles away north of his home and yet he was thinking like every other men back at his home or any other in the 3rd world. You know, where a car weighs just over two-third of that wandering around the streets of Europe because they made the plates much thinner of clunkers.
They even had a word for those kinda cars. Rolling cans.
That's just as far as I know about car manufacturing. I bet more people know that most of the redundant, costly, and scrupulous safety net (by 3rd world standards) was not there (not to mention the discipline), which made him saw in his whole life more blood and crushed heads whenever the cans crash.
