From somewhere to somewhere, I'm walking around the city like a pedestrian paradise.
It seems to be the time before the election vote, and it is a big sale of various political parties like the market.
Candidates for middle-aged women who appeal to the humanity of kindness, candidates for middle-aged men who have some kind of justice, and candidates for new religions who follow a suspicious doctrine.
When they set up tents, line up tables, and give speeches, I couldn't even walk straight.
Only at this time, a yakuza-style man with a cat-stroking voice clings to me like a forcible bargain in a water business.
"Well, what is it? That's right. Well, how is it at all?"
I'm angry because he doesn't leave even though I'm ignoring it.
"It's noisy. Don't be afraid, go over there."
Then he begins to get angry and bark like a dog.
As soon as I thought, he was walking right next to me and had a head-on collision with a car running from the front.
He leaves behind, sticking to the front of the car. Why wasn't this a pedestrian paradise?