To a stranger, it was just a collection of loud rhythms and brass instruments. To Andrei, it was his lifeline. 🎙️ The Rhythm of the Road

Kept his eyes open when the fog rolled in near Sibiu.

As the border crossing came into view, the playlist shifted to a slower, more soulful "doină" style track. The year 2019 felt like a peak—a time of movement, of big dreams, and of roads that always eventually led back home.

In the cab, the air smelled of strong coffee and pine-scented air fresheners. Beside him on the passenger seat lay a battered USB stick with a hand-written label: