After eating his dinner, Tim hurried to his truck and honked his beast as a farewell. As he left, it began to rain. Larsing and I had a cup of tea and talked about the weather and such while we waited for the rain to stop. It took 15 minutes, then I showed him his new limo, another 18-wheeler.

”Hop on lad. We got tons of watermelons to deliver.” I said to Lars as he slowly climbed up, the rain made the steps slippery, so he wanted to cautious.

”How did you knew the rain wouldn’t last longer?” He asked as I hit the road.

”Not my first rodeo around this part of the country. In the summer, it rains for an hour at most. Enough time to make the roads unsafe for a ride. Dry and wet roads are safe, but this kind of rain makes the pavement way too slippery.” That’s years of experience right there. I’ve seen cars wrecked in seconds in cities where only 50 km/h is allowed. A crash like that in highways comes with its own death count.

”The know-how of the job then. That makes sense.” I still have no idea about his job though. Let’s see.

”By the way what do you do for living Lars. ”

”I used to be a journalist like my father. Now I am just a professional wanderer these days.” He is still too young to retire but I think it is a personal matter. Better not to ask.

”Aren’t you still young to retire lad?” It looks like my mouth is working faster than my brain.

”I have seen things.” He took a deep breath. ”Things that tested my personality and I couldn’t take it. They don’t teach you these things in university you know.” I know exactly what he is talking about. It is similar to my story, only with different professions involved. ”After a while I start wandering and I still wander like a lost soul.” Soul, that is a religious word. Probably lived in a religious family, like me. We share some common points it seems.

”Religious family?”

”Yeah. You too right?” Probably my name rang some bells.

”Yeah. I used to be one too, around your age, before the war.” I really don’t want to talk about any of it. It is time to change the subject with a drift. ”Tim was talking about some unfinished business. This trip is not just a mere trip, right?”

”That’s right. I have to face some ghosts of the past that still haunt me, and related with my past as a journalist.” He probably will not tell whole story I guess, because he did not tell it to Tim. Tim would say it without thinking twice if he knew it, that mouth is either talking or eating.

Let’s clear that sorrowfull air a little.

”Can you open the glow box?” Time for some music.

”Sure, what do you need?” He saw my collection of cassettes. A glorious sight to behold!

”What WE need is a Korky Buchek cassette. Do you know how to use the cassette player?” Of course he know he is young and was a journalist.

”Yes, of course. Here you go.” The cassette starts and WE get the chance to waddle away from thoughts.