When the police came back, after one week inspecting my mobile phone as I was the criminal, and they told me to relocate to Brisbane I honestly didn’t think twice before to pack and leave…

…well, I should have had though…

I honestly didn’t think that with a smashed face no one is really happy to rent you a room…

I honestly didn’t think that two broken ribs would have been so fucking painful while driving…

I honestly didn’t think I was so tired and under shock and Brisbane so damn difficult to drive…

I honestly didn’t think that I would have start to sleep in my car…

And the point was clear as fuck:

YOU CAN’T DRIVE UBER IN THE SAME CAR YOU ARE LIVING IN, JUST ONE WEEK AFTER HAVING BEEN BUSHED AT THE GUN POINT, IN A CITY WHERE YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE OF WHERE TO GO, WHO YOU ARE, AND HOW THE HELL YOU’LL GET THE SITUATION FIXED.

…yes, I know, as usual… European we are so childish and spoiled… that’s the real fact.