Truck driver onon Route 66

I’m in Tenerife on the balcony spraying insect repellent when the memories of Dominik come flooding back. Nostalgia. The power of scent. The way one sniff has you reeling back into the past. The memories are so vivid I see them playing out in front of my eyes, like a projector has rolled down from the balcony above to show to me, in movie form, the best summer of my life.

I was in the middle of the fucking desert when I met the man that I still cannot, thirteen years later, shake from my mind.

It all started when I ran out of diesel. I underestimated the sparsity of gas stations on the open road, thought I’d be fine on half a tank of fuel… and then several hours later I wound up alone on an empty road with no signal.