Getting a driver’s license was like winning wings in a lottery. Unexpected freedom and sudden power to fulfill small dreams and accomplish everyday missions on my own. And independence… I won’t lie. On a sunny afternoon hitting the highway for the very first time alone with my favorite song on my lips and wind in my hair I felt like a Supergirl who just learned to fly. After one month and 2000 km in 4 different cars I need to highlight one thing - that stupid piece of plastic has fastened my friendship with girls. We have sung together on dark nights on the road, we have drunk champagne in sunrise. We have danced while fixing the car and we have run away from a crime scene screaming: “I have never felt so alive” in each other’s face. For the first time I have to admit that girls can be as good partners in crime as boys. Maybe because finally I feel myself equal to boys in some way.
Let’s just make one thing clear. My car doesn’t go on gasoline, it runs on songs. The louder I sing, the faster we go. And lately this has been my driving song. I just saw the video for the very first time. And Im still smiling. Somehow it shows all that has happened with me in these few weeks while I was singing and driving. There is one of my dream trucks Chevrolet Pickup where you can sleep and look at the stars. There is my favorite “route 66” in California. There is my understanding about friendship. There are stupid crimes that bring you closer with your friends and make you feel alive. There is freedom. But above all there are the superpowers we have. I can disappear and be invisible when it’s needed. And my Supergirls can fly!
Photo by Stefan Heinrichs