Day 93: Piece by Piece
Deep Purple blasting, tires screeching clear.
We set the pace, we break the ice,
Ignoring every heavenly sign.
Sleeping’s cheap, it’s worth our while.
We devour the night, piece by piece, gram by gram,
Twist the wheel—we won’t see the morning sun.
So I make the most of it—run, before I start to laugh!
I’m zoning out, we’re way too slow.
Speed up a little more,
Outrun the poison running through my soul.
Speed up a little more,
Drown the brake pedal in your shadow.
Speed up a little more.
To hell with thinking!
Our throats still asleep, unbothered.
We lower our gaze, the sunlight burns,
But who cares? We’ve still got words
To fill the silence, keep the ride alive.
Eyes on the road, don’t lose control—
You’ve got the wheel, that’s all that matters.
Eyes on the road! Eyes on the road!
No patience left, we lose control.
Our skin is iron, our eyes are leather,
Laughter sharp like steel, tense as ever.
Life in a minute doesn’t pass so fast,
So I make the most of it—run, before I start to laugh!
Last night, this song was our soundtrack. Ángel and Javi (from Soria) rented a car to drive from Berlin. They asked for the cheapest one, but since none were left, the Europcar office handed them a BMW. And not just any BMW—it was a 5 Series BMW 523, gasoline-powered, with an automatic (sequential) gearbox, onboard computer, sunroof, and heated seats.
Of course, before heading to Mateusz’s party (the Warsaw octopus—I'll write more about him another day), we did the obligatory lap around Dresden. Estopa blasted from the speakers as we greeted everyone we passed—hooligans, girls, taxi drivers… And they all respected us. The hooligans didn’t dare throw bottles, the girls were mesmerized, and the taxi drivers knew better than to challenge us. They knew they’d lose.
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