Cars Are One of The Worst Inventions of Humanity
But I bought one last week
When I graduated, my parents wanted to give me a car. I said no.
White privilege aside, I was solid on my beliefs: I wanted to live in a place where cars were not needed.
Back then, I lived in a small town in the Portuguese countryside but a few months later, I moved to Paris. After that, London, and then Budapest. In the heart of these cities, it never even crossed my mind to have a car. I simply didn’t need it.
But this summer I moved back to my hometown in Portugal, and I faced a sad reality: you need a car to live here.
So I got one. But I still strongly believe cars are a side product of a sick society. Let me try to show you why.
Cars isolate us
Go to any major city during rush hour and the scenario is the same: people sitting alone in their capsules, one after the other.
If you put them all together in buses or trains, the whole thing would take much less space because there would not be a bubble around each person. They would all be sharing a common space, as the social animals we were meant to be.
Being crammed in the metro against strangers means you’re forced to smell their sweat after a working…
