Yesterday was November 26, 2025.

I was driving the company car when a single second changed everything. I looked at my phone just to confirm a street name one second, no more. By evening, that second had turned into a fine almost equal to one third of my salary. Strangely, it matched exactly the amount I had saved.

It wasn’t the money that shook me. It was the feeling that life waits silently, takes what you gather, and leaves you with the question:

Will I ever be able to save anything for myself?

Last night, when I checked history as I always do, I discovered that on November 26, 1865, Lewis Carroll published Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland a story where logic dissolves and meaning constantly slips away.

My day felt exactly like that book: rules bending, order breaking, and everything fami ...