Hakayet

It smells of exhaust fumes, winter and fatigue. No one here is waiting for rescuers - just the pedal to the metal and a gaze ahead into the cold air, where the roar of the engine drowns out any doubts. Everything is decided by speed: the louder the engine, the quieter the past.

In every line, there is the stubborn strength of someone who survived not because of, but in spite of. Childhood dreams of space have become reality on earth - with asphalt instead of stars and street lights instead of the moon. And even if problems are buzzing around, the heart is working at full speed, because stopping is a luxury not for this route.