Fotograf: Anne Mie Dreves
There is no problem with the car this evening. It eases down Banyan road like a happy cat. The evening sun makes Harri tense how it dances nervously through the trees. The glare of sunlight filtered through the branches once caused her to have an epileptic fit as she was driving alone. But that was early morning. Now it’s just the sweet dim flicker of gold that aggravates her.
As soon as we reach the wet side the night hits us like a rock going through the screen. The wipers can’t keep up with the torrential rain. Harri’s nerves are shot. Mixed with anxiety it makes for a heady cocktail. She can’t roll the windows up fast enough, tearing at the handle, grey hair whipping her face in the wind.
Why are we doing this?






