It was the first time Dominik had ridden the huge limousine seen in American movies and decided it was no fun. He definitely preferred the front seat of Andrzej's small, red, twenty-year-old car, where he could sit snugly, lean his head against the headrest or his shoulder and feel close to his beloved.
Dominik realized, however, that the car he was picked up was a nod to him, so he couldn't complain. Hollywood had its own rules and seldom recognized anyone outside its circle. Sending a limousine for an actor from a third world country, which Poland was for them, was a nice gesture to make him feel like a real star. How could they know that Dominik would not be impressed?
