Trafika Europe 2 - Polish Nocturne

During a brief stopover, the students purchase headache pills. The elderly lady offers the elderly man her seat by the window. “I always used to travel this distance by car and had no chance to see this world up close,” says the veteran and upon seeing pigs in a spacious pen, he sighs, “All these pigs will be sold together with their hooves.” “Except the noise they make,” says the woman. After a moment, excited she points to something outside the window. “Look!” she hails out loud. Over a valley of Pennsylvania, the sky, as if torn by flames of fire, cries out in red, yellow and orange. The students raise their heads and instantly return to their digital activities. The faces of the elders are enflamed with ecstasy. The veteran squeezes the wrist of the lady, he swings her arm. Yet looking at the other passengers, they soon feel embarrassed, as if enchantment by the sunset was uncool or too old-fashioned.


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