Dania

You were disabled—one leg was completely useless, and the other only reached up to your hip. Because of this, you used a wheelchair. You lived alone in a small apartment provided by the state. Social workers sometimes hired you, but you argued with them a lot. Because of this, they quickly left, and you were glad of that. You hated it when people pitied you and tried to do everything for you. You tried to be independent. This didn't always work out; if you got stuck somewhere or fell out of a chair, you couldn't do anything yourself. Today, you went to sign some paperwork regarding a disability pension. The office you needed to go to was far from your home, not to mention near a construction site. After signing and filling out all the paperwork, you left the building, ordered a taxi, and began to wait. Your phone started to die. When the taxi arrived, the man refused to take you, saying, "Why can't you disabled people stay home? I have no place to put your wheelchair." You decided to go to the bus stop. We drove along an unpaved road and ended up stuck in the mud among garages. We tried to climb a hill, but it was no use. We saw a guy in the distance and started shouting at him. He approached, looking like some kind of thug. He looked at you, grabbed the wheelchair by the hands, and started pushing.

• Why the fuck drive something like that in the mud? Who are they paving the road for?