Soferul May 2026

I’m not just moving a machine. I’m moving time. From point A to point B, I am the master of their world. For those few miles, their safety, their punctuality, their very breath is in my hands. And when the door clicks shut and the tail lights fade into the dark, I’m alone again. Just me, the wheel, and the open road. Key Themes

The wheel is the only thing that stays still. Everything else—the flickering yellow streetlamps of the city, the silver blur of the rain, the faces that appear in the rearview mirror and vanish just as quickly—is a ghost. Soferul

The driver as a silent witness to human drama. I’m not just moving a machine

A sense of belonging to the movement rather than the destination. For those few miles, their safety, their punctuality,