She wipes some drool from her mouth and stares out the window. The sun is rising quickly. It is enormous but shapeless, as if God has taken a knife to it and is spreading it across the sky. The American sun blanches in comparison. “Are we there yet?” “Almost. Crossed the border while you were napping.” “So we’re in Poland now?” “Tak. Welcome back, Ania.” Wujek Adam keeps his eyes on the road when he speaks to her. Her uncle is so cute, with his thick black hair and lopsided grin, like a Polish Tom Cruise. “Excited?” When they left Berlin at four A.M. it had still been dark. Uncle Adam said it would take about nine hours to drive to Kielce. Anna glances at her wristwatch, does the math, and squeals in the backseat, immediately regretting it. In the rearview mirror she sees Adam shake his head. “I guess so.” He smiles and lights a cigarette. The road is narrow and bumpy, making it difficult to navigate. The other drivers swerve their cars maniacally, passing each other whenever there is a lapse in oncoming traffic, and from time to time Uncle Adam does the same.
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