One full moon night in early winter I was riding a motorbike through the vehicle-free country road passing through vast mustard farmlands. Visibility was very poor due to fog formation. It seemed I was floating through white clouds. Only the sound of my Yamaha was ringing in my ears covered by full helmet. I was driving in full throttle like a person possessed by spirits. I didn't know where I would stop unless a man raise his right hand giving indication that he wants a lift...

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