The Karmi Road Did Not Change. Some Things Did Not Either.

Karmi Road is a narrow road.

It looks short on the map, but behind the wheel it feels long. Stone walls stand close. The bends do not like haste. This road does not tolerate speed. It collects memory.

In the early morning it behaves one way, in the late afternoon another.

When the sun leans west, shadows stretch and visibility tightens. For those driving it for the first time, the road seems to shrink suddenly. It does not. The driver is simply unfamiliar.

In 1978, an accident happens on this road.

There is no traffic like today, but the road is the same. The same narrow bend, the same slope. For those who pass by that day, it is just an accident. Insurance is still a distant word in daily life. Not something people carry home with them.

But for some institutions, it is not distant.

CAN Insurance is there.

Years pass.

In 1992, the same road witnesses another accident.

Cars have changed. Steering wheels are lighter, brakes are stronger. People are more impatient. But the road has not changed. This time, it is no longer just about metal. A day is disrupted. Plans fall apart. Waiting begins. That is when certain names are remembered. Because some institutions know these roads not from maps, but from years.

CAN Insurance is there.

It knows how the surface becomes slippery after rain.

It knows which bend catches the wind, and at what hour the sun hits the driver’s eyes. These are not file titles. These are learned on the ground.

Time moves on again.

The 2000s arrive. Traffic increases.

The road is still narrow, but patience is narrower. Karmi Road is no longer only for locals. There are newcomers. Drivers who do not know the road, but must use it. The road does not explain itself to anyone. It stays the same.

And in 2025, there is another accident.

Photos are taken. Messages are sent. The process begins. Everything is faster now. But speed does not always calm things down. The road is still narrow. The bend still does not forgive. The difference is this: panic does not last long. Because there is a memory that knows this road. A system that recognizes this slope, this shadow, this hour.

CAN Insurance is there.

There are no big statements in this story.

No slogans are shouted.

No one claims to be the best.

The years do not speak loudly.

But when they stand side by side, they say enough.

Because the road stayed the same, some things did not move either.

Karmi Road is still narrow.

Its memory is still long.

And some do not learn this road for the first time.

Some do not even explain it.

They simply know it.