Amusement Park Cut Short
"You're crazy for going to an amusement park on a weekday, but fine, let's go," Eman relented, turning up the music, the sound distorted by the car's ancient speaker
As we drove to the amusement park which was nestled two hours away, the excitement permeated the air within the car. Conversations flowed freely, punctuated by laughter, as we eagerly anticipated the thrills that awaited us. Amidst the chatter, the rhythmic beats of distorted music filled the vehicle, hyping us even more.
An hour passed swiftly as we continued our journey along the Slovenian highway. Despite Eman's enthusiasm fueled by loud gangster music, urging him to push the car to its limits, I consistently intervened to ensure we adhered to the speed limit.