Noticed he is looking at my backpack, my instant reaction is he want to put my backpack so my hand are free when sitting down at the front. However, there is a lack of storage space causing him say.

  ‘You have to sit with that at the front.’ He points at the backpack and he turns around, walking toward the driver’s door.

  Following his direction until approaching to the door for passenger, sourness from the shoulder are conveying the fatigue from a long flight, my arm did not wished to be lifted up for opening the door from exhaustion. As Benson arriving to the driver’s door closely, my motivation on arriving to my living place overcome the tiredness from long flight. Therefore, my hand rises up, grabbing the grey handle and dragging the door out by my remaining strength in my body. Dragging the side of the door out for space to enter in. Feet on the tiny steps on the internal stairs below the passenger’s seat in the van. Step up the seat with my backpack at my back. Feeling a bit squash from sticking a small space between the glovebox at the front of the car and the seat behind me with my backpack on my back. Releasing my arms from the backpack and grabbing my backpack down on the ground. Door for another side is opened by Benson and he steps on the tiny stairs, reached on his driver’s seat.

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  My back acting as a magnetic as attaching to the soft seat. Eye rising up from the glovebox and eye can see cars opposite us through the front window. Cars are sitting still on the ground in an order in my viewport. Bored scene inspired me to message my wife back. As soon as my phone coming in my view from my pocket, a series of ‘gong gong gong’ sounds travel via the floor, coming into my ears. Changing my viewport from phone to Benson, who has just switched on the car engine and hands on the steering wheel.

  Invisible force pushing car moving when myself remain sit calmly with my phone in hand. Sign of the journey begins. Eye switching from the steeling wheel to the board front window of the van. Van is moving slowly with the light reflection accompany us on the ceiling. Numerous cars stepping into my sight through the window between us on the floor. Colour and the shape of these car representing their expensive value in the car. Shameful for letting them staying in this quiet boring location. They should be in a busy exhibition with people who interested in cars or vans.