Deep inside the second garage of the Zenobia wreck lies something unexpected — a truck cabin that hasn’t moved since 1980. The stickers are still there. The steering wheel is still in place. The silence is absolute. When the Zenobia sank off the coast of Cyprus, dozens of trucks went down with her. Each one belonged to someone. Each one had a destination. Now, 42 meters below the surface, time feels frozen. No engine noise. No driver. Only rust, shadows, and the feeling that this was once someon