No time to be making enemies
When I got into a taxi in Barcelona, when through the abstraction of the rear view mirror, the driver looked me straight in the eye, when with some deliberate action, he pushed a latch meant for children and enemies to lock me in, when he asked me where I was from, when he declared his origins and drove like it was my last ride, in this most inopportune of moments I recalled
Source: deccanherald.com