I distinctly remember my parents’ request, when I was a young boy, not to play near the gas tanks. “It’s dangerous,” they said. The fear of the two gas tanks at the entrance to the house was justified, so many stories ended in disaster. I have a habit of keeping my distance from trucks that carry gas. These tanks generate fear, danger, insecurity, and lack of control. However, when the gas runs out at home, they are treated in a different, pragmatic, and matter of fact way. Since my father’s death, I’m the one who deals with the gas tanks in my mother’s house.