New Year. As every other year, we went to my dad's place of birth.
Jan 2. I traveled back with my uncle and aunt. In Patrol -- could anyone find it in the map? -- our car broke down. The situation seems hopeless. Our 'only' hope was a 'montir' who doesn't shave nor comb his long hair, even worse: he didn't have the tools that is needed! Yet he refused to be said 'unable to help' -- he can, he just didn't have the tools!
We had to sleep in a so-called-hotel. It didn't have a name, the 'kraan' is not even there (there is only a hole in the wall where the water comes), etc etc. Nevertheless, we were thankful that we could find a place to rest!
The next day, finally the guy managed to 'make' a tool by which he could open the problem. It then took more than 2 hours before he could find the spare-part.
Later on we learnt that if the problem arose half an hour before, we would be stopped in not-so-safe-area. So it's another point to thank God.
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