It {the trip} captured five very long hours. If you want to know why, it is because Grandfather is Grandfather first and a driver second. He made us lost often and became on his nerves. I had to translate his anger into useful information for the hero. Fuck, Grandfather said. I said, He says that if you look at the statues, you can see that some no longer endure. Those are where Communist statues used to be. Fucking fuck, fuck! Grandfather shouted. Oh, I said, he wants you to know that that building, that building, and that building are all important. Why? the hero inquired. Fuck! Grandfather said. He cannot remember, I said.
The trip took over five exhausting hours, primarily due to Grandfather's tendency to prioritize being himself over driving. His frequent navigation errors led to frustrations, and I found myself in the position of translating his outbursts into coherent information for our companion, the hero. Grandfather expressed his anger with exclamations, which I had to interpret, shedding light on the historical significance of the scenery around us, including the remnants of Communist statues.
