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10 Cars to Brussels ( 2/10)
Waiting on the noisy superhighway, I realise how immense the car toll is, completely gigantic bold structure in the middle of damp swampy fields. We are feeling really good about this trip, I am convinced we are going to make to Brussels before tonight! It’s going to be a fun trip, I can feel it, destiny is on our side, and we will roll into Belgium like kings. Together, Tito and I share a glance, a small grin that translates so much energy. We are having the adventure!
After less than 3 minutes standing on the highway side, a cute beige Peugeot turns on its warning lights, and stops ahead of us. We cheer and run straight towards it. A young girl is driving, alone, she seems to be our age. She says that she’s heading 70 km North to a small town called Chalon sur Saone to visit her family. Tito and I look at each other again, as if we expected one another to make the final decision. We can’t. Only together we accept to hop in the the car. Her name is Marie, a short French girl with chestnut brown hair and big round eyes. She has this incredible energy, it’s electric! Since the moment we enter the car, she instantly introduces a topic we can all talk about. Marie is so curious, asking us all about our trip and lives back in Lyon. I love people like her, their life vibration is so catchy, it fills you with so much hope. At a moment she starts to explain to us a little more about her job, we so interested. It was now the second person in a row who worked for a social organisation, just like the first guy who picked us up. Marie helps young dropouts ranging from all ages , she aides them in finding a new life course or in fixing the problems that cause them so much harm. Mostly these kids live very difficult family lives, violent or lead by drugs. They have no support, and all this chaos poisons their focus, that should be hungry for learning. Especially in young ages, when problems suchlike can destroy ones life, so early. She finds ways and connections to get these kins back in track, in a safe environment for learning and growing. I find it such a noble job. What are the odd of getting picked up twice in a row by people who dedicate their lives to others. Probably not a coincidence.
Later on the road, while talking about party life in Lyon, comparing the different clubs and bars we hang out normally, I realise Marie doesn’t have a lot of friends for herself, she seems lonely, as if the world marginalised her for no reason at all, maybe that is why she tries to be so welcoming, even to total strangers liken us. I really hope she doesn’t feel that way herself, I wish she had more friends, she is so kind and genuine, she must deserve it.
We are having such a good time on this ride, we gigle like 3 old friends reunited after a long time.
-So, I hope you guys aren’t going to kidnap me. Right? You are no psychopaths?
We are like,
-Agh too bad for you we are! You already lost! You are never going to see your family again!
She is like,
-Oh amazing! Anything is better than having to go see those wankers again! Thank you God!
We are laughing so hard.
In the back seat, I just think to myself, how cool is this ride, my faith in humanity is being restored!
Our car Zmoushes trough the rainy highway curves, up and down rural hills.
Sonner than we thought, we are already on the next toll stop. She drops us off and we say bye. Man, she was so nice I wanted to hug her. Quickly, her little beige Peugeot disappears into the small French village ahead.
I look back at Tito, he is by my side peeing on from a side curb cliff. I join him, after all we have a long way left. In front of us never ending horizon of farming land, we realise that we are really in the ass of the world.
It starts raining.
Who’s going to stop for us here?
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