I am mustapha. I am 33 years old, married and father of 2 small children. My parents are also dependent on me. I am a nurse and I work in a hospital which is 50 km from my place of residence. We suffered the last two years because of this cursed virus. In fact, I contracted it and almost died after 27% of my lungs were damaged. I get up every morning at 5:00 a.m. to wait for the bus, which sometimes comes and sometimes doesn't, which means that I sometimes arrive at work very late. No one knows my conditions, yet I continue to fight for my wife, for my children and for my parents. My financial situation does not allow me to buy a car or even a motorcycle. I tried to save money to buy just a 1000 euro small car. But each time the illnesses and the unexpected come out of nowhere. Short. My dream is to have a small car that protects me from the winds, the rain, attacks, the cold and that allows me to get to the hospital on time. Even it's a scrap car, I'll buy it wholeheartedly. She just needs to get me to work on time without being mugged or robbed or wet.