The winter officially started last week, and this week I already had to suffer the consequences. Once again, I had to drive up a river, which once I called "the road".
Every year we have the same story: a little drop of rain falls from the sky, and the roads automatically turn into rivers. The estimated time for maintenance: never.
Until then, I'll keep hoping that the car makes it through, and the media will continue reporting about accidents.
Nadav
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