Thelma and Louise

Driving through Texas, I was shocked at all what had just happened. I was taken hostage by a maniac and had my life put in great danger. I could not believe I got out of that situation alive, but I was glad I did. Of course I was. Nothing can be worse than death, right? Being homeless, driving nowhere, family left behind… That was tough, but definitely better than being shot by a psychopath. I kept driving because that was the only thing that cleared my mind. The road felt like an extension of me. I would never feel lonely this way

I turned up the radio to listen to music. God knows how much I love music. I used to spend hours and hours listening to my mom’s CDs when I was a kid, but there is something about listening to the radio that is just special. It is thrilling when your jam comes up unexpectedly. And magic happens when they play an old song, perhaps one that you were tired of having on repeat and that would probably not want to listen to it again on your own: it just becomes brand new again. There I was, driving and singing out to “Heart of Gold” on the top of my lungs. It was liberating. Memories invaded my mind. Memories of my childhood that were somehow forgotten until that moment. My flashback was interrupted by the police transmission. “Frustrated wife goes on crime spree with a female friend. Husband suspect they were having an affair. They are armed and extremely unstable. Beware!”. Something about that announcement was funny. It was so mean and biased I can only laugh at it. “If they are not harming anyone, let them be!” I thought. My guess is they are girls who are only having fun to a level men believe is dangerous. No one would question a man fleeting with his mistress. No one would question a man with a gun. No one was questioning me. What a world we live in!