It is very late at night at a traffic light. It shows a red phase. A single car, coming out of the darkness, drives to it and stops at the stop line with a high, shrill, squeaky whistle. A strikingly heavily make-up, elegantly provocatively dressed up, mature, hydrogen-blond middle-aged lady sits at the car control and looks in the direction of the traffic light. Her red lipstick sparkles brilliantly red through the car windshield and into the dimly lit night atmosphere, while the engine of her car peeps in front of her in a quiet idle cycle. Night time is bedtime. So one thinks ... until t... Show more