On the foredeck of the bus that brings me back in Bogota, I see is a little bust
of the blessed virgin. There is also a rosary around the gearshift. Every time we meet a statue
of jesus or a cross along the road, the driver cross himself, then kiss his right hand
and cross the steering wheel.

Regards to the speed of the drive, and all the number of trucks that he overtook on a bend,
I can believe that the sky helped us to arrive alive to the capital.