I take a detour, cycling off road then through a forest, come across a gravel path and follow it until there's the rumble of cars and trucks and a narrow overpass encased in a cage to stop people jumping down or throwing stones into the traffic, giving in to the pull of death.
There's a gas station on one side of the highway, and a Burger King, too, the first I've seen in this country.

I left my wallet at home, but have €10 in my pocket, more than enough for my needs.

Is this not happiness?