#6 The eccentricity of power

It's one of my most remote memories. I'm in the back seat of the car and my mother stops at a red light on Del Libertador Avenue. I don't know what happens if you don't want to stop. The answer revolted me. The idea that there was no choice, that it was not a suggestion or an agreement, but that you had to submit if you didn't want to face fines or, worse, jail, it was scandalous. I understood the need to coordinate traffic to avoid chaos, but w…