Rain drops were hitting the roof of a car. Black Opel Antara was tearing through the highway. German speaker on the radio was warning drivers of a huge traffic somewhere near Berlin. Luckily we were far away and our lane was completely empty. I was sitting on a back sit surrounded by a few bags with clothes and books. On a fronts sits were my mother and her new husband.
Actually I should say her first ever husband because she has never married my father. They broke up before I was born and I haven’t even met him. Through all my life I was living mostly with my grandparents while my mother was traveling and working in different countries. Last year she met Fabian- her brand new, filthy rich husband. Fabian is music producer, wine collector, Harley Davidson enthusiast and so I must say I really like him. Honestly I must admit that such a fine guy married someone like my mother. She is the one that must always be right, whole world must revolve around her and