Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Elise Wilk

to fear us. We knew he was just a kid too. My wife went over to his house and begged him to come over and visit our son. But he said that he had homework to finish. He moved away after a few months, and we never saw him again. Until last week, when he stepped in to my taxi. He got in and sat right behind me, so maybe he didn’t recognize my face. Or maybe he did see me, and he sat back there so he wouldn’t have to talk to me. I could see him in the rear view mirror and I knew it was him right away. Even though so many years have passed, and he isn’t a kid anymore, I still recognize him. His eyebrows were still practically glued together, just like they were back then. He was dressed

well, and after 20 some years of being a taxi driver, I know when someone has money, and this guy had more than most. He looked like a kept man, probably kept by his mommy and daddy, not a woman. I wondered where they got all that money, because back in the day, they didn’t have a cent to their name, always borrowing left and right. I’m positive they made this money stealing and scamming people, there’s no other way I can explain it. My hands were clutching the steering wheel, burning with fury. Really, they were. He gave me the address for where he needed to go. It wasn’t far, about 10 kilometers. But I knew that in those 10 kilometers, I had to do something. For

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