Beside the autobahn, down at the bottom of the embankment, there is a tank truck on it's right hand side. It is just lying there, on it's side with the left door open to the sky. There are no police and nobody there now any more, but the traffic has slowed down to a crawl, they all have to stare and look and gawp, there is no blood or anything, just a tarpaulin with two large plastic containers on it. Perhaps to drain diesel, who knows. In the rear view mirror, far back along the hundreds of slow moving cars the orange beacons of a heavy duty wrecking truck. The truck that is on its side is a tank truck, an articulated vehicle. After the accident the traffic starts to flow normally again, the usual madcap cutting in and daring overtaking, forcing others to brake, all until something breaks.
Work will be strange today, there is a computer to repair and a slime mould to take pictures of. Drive on slowly, there is no haste any more.
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