My uncle

My uncle began the Sabbath with sadness. He sat in a family Hyundai and waited for his wife and children. Even though it was 5:30 in the morning, he honked at them and blinked as they left the house. Shortly before his wife arrived, he started the car and opened the door to her from the driver's seat. Not because he was a gentleman, but more because he was used to the duty. His wife enters hysterically and asks.

"What's all the pressure about?"

"You're almost late, you have to go." My uncle answers her.

"To the north?"

"Yes, go up." Says Uncle reluctantly, and as she walks in he leans over and closes the door.

My uncle's two children come out with their bags. A cobweb in their eyes and fatigue makes them walk around in bulk. My uncle sees them from afar and starts driving. Not in their direction but in the direction outside parking.

"My uncle will stop, what are you crazy? His wife yells at him, puts one foot on the sidewalk.

"It's already 5:30 PM I wrote it to them on the plasma screen - 5:30 moving, no delay." My uncle got really annoyed.

"They are small children, what happened to you?

As soon as the car began to go, my uncle's children began to run, almost falling from the combination of the weight of the bag to the weight of fatigue. My uncle finally stops the car and opens the rear door to the right and the trunk to put the bags. They both come in and he speeds them up.

"Come on, everyone, I want to go."

When his eldest son tried to close the trunk, my uncle got mad - "Do not touch, it's closed on its own." He paid 2,500 at a garage in Qalqiliya to install an automatic gas-lock mechanism.

Now. With everyone in the car. My uncle turns on the air conditioner on Paul Cor, and the radio waves on the radio on a high volume, and he plays with the shekels in the cupboard.

After a few minutes the children fell behind and his wife watched the road with my uncle driving at dizzying speed.

"Where are you in such a hurry?

"Madam, you will not tell me how to go." My uncle was relieved of the word that in the moment a young woman became old.

His wife, who was already used to his obsessions, wanted to talk to him. How many times had she tried to explain to him that his job as a bus driver was one side of his life that he should not take home. She was already experienced. He often went without her to events because she put on make-up and took a minute. Several times she had to write a late note to the children because my uncle chose to go to school alone, to stop with the family Hyundai at the bus stop, and to return, even though the children were not in the car.

After an hour at which Dudi inspected every station on the highway to the north of the country, sometimes he even slowed down and then speeded up close to stations with people. He looked to his right and saw that his wife was watching YouTube on a smartphone. My uncle coughed slightly and pointed to the sign that showed no noise with the cell phone in the driver's seat. It was still reasonable about the time he told her to go back when his older mother came to sit in front. When he told her, "Because Shiva will be up" with a half smile, she punched him in the nose while she returned "because of a fist that will bend."

After an hour and a half of ghostly travel, the family arrived at the destination. My uncle opened the front and back doors and shouted loudly, "Next stop - Hamat Gader." After the children and his wife left he remained in the vehicle.

"Well, are you coming?" His wife asked.

"Yes." He hesitated and then left the seat that made him so powerful in his work. As a driver he had countless times to decide the fate of others. When he would laugh at people who ran while he was giving them a chance, but he would drive just as they arrived at the station ("They deserve it, the next time they arrive on time") or when he turns down the person who asked him for another shekel because he does not have one left (" You have no money to raise - in the end I get a fine "). On weekdays he was a king, and he was not going to let this feeling disappear over the weekend. It does not matter if instead of a bus he travels on a Hyundai family, and if instead of passengers it is his family.

He stepped out of his wife's car door, suspiciously dressed in a button-down blue shirt and black trousers, leaving his big black wallet in the car.