It was a long time since when I had sex in a car. We had brought the pile-fabric blanket and it was nice to rest under its warm cloak now, laying down on the lowered seats. In silence, quietly entangled and getting drowsy we could look at the white sky rounded by bright gray clouds at the margins of the trapezoidal glasses on each side, as one vehicle after the other in the endless run of cars and trucks passed so close by our car enough to make it rock in the rumble of pushed air and roaring Skoda's engines.
It had been annoying and stinky and strangely pleasurable to be shaken by those noisy invisible forces, who cast their shadows on us for only a second, while making love in the hazy small world beneath the blanket.

The afternoon was white also in the prairies covered with snow, against the pointed black czech villages one far from the other in the middle of soft hills covered by dark brown tall trees. In the rearview mirror we could still see the nuclear plant reactors in between of which the road seemed about to pass few kilometers before (in absence of imagination, see picture above).

What if the nuclear plant explodes now, she said, but I was unwilling to break the silence. Reality wanted me to get back to drive and I did not agree.
White sky seems still but it moves very fast, it's funny, she said. I looked up, but it was all a plain solid unmoving lid for my astigmatic sight.
If the nuclear plant explodes will we get wiped out or just hit by radiations? She was asking to me.
I have no idea, I mumbled. I always thought it was more a matter of radiations. But since we are so very close, the radiations would probably make so much damage to kill us in a few days, I said. You know, I pictured, melt our body from the inside and stuff. One cannot resist when invited to draw scary scenarios to a woman, they know that.

I was no good before, was I, she said then. She had tricked me into talking about the damn nuclear plant. And now it was too late for silence.
Why you say that? You were very good, of course you were.
No I wasn't she said. I kept changing position and distracted you. I am a bad lover.
I should have known there was something. She had been too silent and too looking away.
You're not a bad lover, I said, I am a selfish lover then, what about that, I am the bad lover.
Even though it was a pointless conversation, suddenly it also was deadly important.
She said, egoist, that means nothing. I like the way you are, she said. She was touching the hair near my temple, looking at them as they were the most important thing. The conversation went on like this for a while. Inside the car it was getting really cold but under cover our bodies were still laid in the warm.

Finally pulling off I said, what the nuclear plant had to do with that anyway, and she smiled saying oh, it was just that, I was just thinking, you know. Like if something bad had to happen since I was no good.