Journey in the Space and Time

..... I could not resist anymore and I asked to him directly: “Piotr, where are you going exactly, and is the mystery of this house to be seen on the mirror? ” Piotr asked me: “Have you ever been in a house?…” He was speaking slowly while swallowing, and continued: “…that was taken when martial law was declared in my country and while our woman waiting for us, twenty years you could not go anywhere?”
The song of “Veinte Anos” was over once again. He did not put on another song, and only remained behind the wind howling this old motor tone of the car. Silence was extending everywhere, I could hear chills from between the empty even beer bottles better now. Piotr was not just driving a car to go some concrete place; he was actually driving the car to the chaotic history of his unlucky country. He was one of the men who sought hope as in Kieslowski’s films.
Similarly, the Argentinians had come here to find one part of their past. Alias… and the name of Alias come from Arabic semantic roots. Al-yas – Ilyas, he was Arab. During the Spanish Civil War, his grandfather immigrated to Chile, like people who exposed to immigration four hundred years ago, from the same place to Latin America. It seems the connection of his family to this area already over; however, Alias felt the challenge of unanswered questions about his own past and for this reason set foot on this in a way historical journey.
This old car was going on the road with people who had different experiences and past; the same sound waves came cross on the same point at the end, although we were going to different ways. We were simply drunken people on a journey; on their way seeking eternal existence with all its transcendental value. At the same time, this was not only a spatial journey. We were also the mirrors of the time of the journey.
Finally, we arrived to Valencia., and I need to get out from the van. My road journey was now finished. I knew the rest would continue, and started to embrace everyone. I put on my backpack.
While I turned my back and tried to go towards the unknown, Piotr shouted at me:
“Heyy, young man!” and looked at me a while, then:
‘’ Why did not you tell us your story, indeed, why are you here?
I said:
‘’ Maybe one day… I will take someone like you, and I will need one van more, and mirrors that would reflect time.. ‘’

- a part from my travel story. If you would like to read whole, I can send it. I'm generally combining cultural elements with my observations.