Somewhere in a small village on the border between Belgium and The Netherlands we ended up in a narrow tunnel. When we posed for a photograph in that tunnel and reviewed it, we saw two human bullets standing in the barrel of a rifle. This made us write a poem dedicated to our project, saying:
‘We stand in the barrel of a rifle. Ready to scatter two lonesome hearts in one shot. Pull the trigger my dear, that we may never gather the pieces again.’
To us, it illustrates the fragile and unpredictable character of life. Of our road trip, representing the journey through life. Peace that can suddenly be destructed. Courage, needed to katapult yourself into the unknown. And finally our fate, to start as a whole. And irreversibly, to be scattered in the end.
Some miles later, we turned the poem into our personal road-anthem, our soundtrack for The Dream Vehicle.
Turn the wheel.
I’m buckling up.
Turn the key.
Let’s hit the road.
Like we said.
We stand in the barrel of a rifle.
Ready to scatter two hearts with one shot.
That we may never gather the pieces again.