Freedom

You're in France, in a small village near the city of Vichy, your name seems to be Andrey, or Yaroslav, or Svyatoslav, you don't remember either, so when they ask, you say one of these names, 10 or 15 years ago, you don't remember anymore, you're tired of the constant office pressure and decided it's time to buy yourself a bike and go away, your bike is a Harley, you like to drink beer. smoke, listen to metal, you barely have enough money for food and gas, so sometimes you have to ask for help from residents of different settlements that you meet, once, you were robbed, once almost killed, once they gave you a job and paid, and once they fed you, clothed you, put your shoes on, washed you, and put you to bed, you hardly want to change anything, you can travel anywhere as long as you have enough gas, you don’t know about world politics or threats on a planetary scale, you are worried about finding money for beer and gas, you have a phone, but it’s been dead for about a month, you don’t need it, your main goal in life is to find gas, beer, not get caught by the police and the immigration service, and just travel the world hoping that the people you stay with won’t smash your skull and tires, or rob you and take even the last 3 euros from your wallet. Now you are traveling on a long on the highway towards Spain it seems, you don't know, you're just driving, you're just drunk.
Ride, drink, have fun, do whatever you want, that's freedom.