The bus doesn't break down as much as make regular pit stops. Every couple hours we stop to change tires. When finally, we run out of spare tires, another bus stops and donates one of theirs.
I ask the sturdy boy, "You know when we arrive?" He offers me a potato.
I put on my sweater, it's surplus German army.
Then we go back on the bus. He immediately falls asleep with his head on my shoulder. This sturdy boy has no doubts about who he is, where he's going, or why. I drift off to sleep.