As dusk approached, the world outside the window darkened, save for the pale crescent moon hanging in the sky. Our vehicle was on the verge of merging onto the national highway, a mere ten minutes away from the city centre.
Suddenly, at a crossroads ahead, two blinding beams of light pierced the darkness. Dark slammed on the brakes, furiously honking the horn while cursing, “How the hell can anyone drive with their high beams on this kind of road?”
In the wake of his outburst, the opposing lights dimmed significantly. The three of us turned to peer ahead, only to be taken aback by the sight before us: a bulldozer had barricaded the intersection completely, and before it stood a menacing crowd of dozens.