It started as a mistake. The kind that rewrites you.

Five friends, one tired taxi driver, a road that turned from asphalt to dirt without warning. We were supposed to be leaving an event in Plovdiv, chasing sleep and sobriety. Instead, we were chasing a light.

The driver — a man who looked as though he had retired from logic — missed a turn, kept driving, and somehow delivered us

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