When I take some distance with my nomadic situation and messy plans, I sometimes feel I’m getting crazy.
No joke.
It obviously keeps me warm, or cool, it protects me from the outside world, it brings me anywhere and it always makes me feel Home. Rafikis is my favourite frame of references, and the only witness.
But the fascination I have for my car is slowly turning into real addiction. For instance: I almost have tears in the eyes when I’m back from a run, from grocery shopping, or anything else away from Rafiki for more than 20 minutes.
It’s insane and ridiculous the bond one can have with…just a car.
Anyway, the name Rafiki completely suits my Hilux: which means ‘my friend’ in Swahili and ‘friend, companion, kind’ in Arabic…
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