BATMOBIL

There are times when it's as noisy inside as in the Batmobile's engine, and it's impossible to stop - even if you're driving straight into a storm. Everything seems to be under control, your hands are on the handlebars, but the air is already a little poisoned, your thoughts are whistling like the wind in a tunnel. And the faster you run, the more you want to breathe deeply, without the interference of other people's voices and fake smiles.

Here, your pulse replaces the bass, despair replaces the brakes, and this whole race is not for someone, but from something that has stuck to your skin and won't come off. The world turns grey, faces fade away, only movement remains - wet, frantic, breathless. And somehow, there is honesty in this madness: when you're rushing through the rain, it doesn't matter who was right. The main thing is that you are still able to run.