The eyes wide open, the wrinkled skin of the face, his eyebrows Seen merely at a glance, the man's eyes seem healthy, the iris looks bright, luminous, the sclera white, as compact as porcelain. Something, to judge by the movements of his mouth he appears to be repeating some words, not one word but three, as turns out to be the case when someone finally manages to open the door, I am blind. Prepared to push the stranded vehicle to a spot where it will not hold up the traffic, they beat furiously on the closed windows, the man inside turns his head in their direction, first to one side then the other, he is clearly shouting

Some drivers have already got out of their cars, The next group of pedestrians to gather at the crossing see the driver of the stationary car wave his arms behind the windshield, while the cars behind him frantically sound their horns. The car at the head of the middle lane has stopped, there must be some mechanicalįault, a loose accelerator pedal, a gear lever that has stuck, problem with the suspension, jammed brakes, breakdown in the electric circuit, unless he has simply run out of gas, it would not be the first time such a thing has happened. The green light came on at last, the cars moved off briskly, but then it became clear that not all of them were equally quick off the mark. So insignificant, has only to be multiplied by the thousands of traffic lights that exist in the city and by the successive changes of their three colours to produce one of the most serious causes of traffic jams or bottlenecks, to use The pedestrians have just finished crossing but the sign allowing the cars to go will be delayed for some seconds, some people maintain that this delay, while apparently Nervous horses that can sense the whiplash about to be inflicted.

The motorists kept an impatient foot on the clutch, leaving their cars at the ready, advancing, retreating like Stripes painted on the black surface of the asphalt, there is nothing less like a zebra, however, that is what it is called. The people who were waiting began to cross the road, stepping on the white At the pedestrian crossing the sign of a green man lit up. Two of the cars ahead accelerated before the red light appeared.

Blindness by José Saramago