Flight
My latest meetings of different people persuaded me very much to leave this place. I see my way to be right. Certainly it's posible to move about 100 km from the city but it's too short to feel my release from concrete jungle, from Lego's city, from people which choose their lots for torments themself. I would convince them, I would try to arrange with smb, but it's just the same as " to trow glass beads before pigs" or a blind man would talk to a deaf-n-dump one. It's my escape, isn't it? Yes... A fish is looking for the deepest place and people are looking for the best one :) After our customs (when my smile had nevertheless dissolved a bad karmah of border guards) I didn't feel any special excitement before my way in another unknown rhythim. There are the same faces around me: drunk yogas are in their meditations, glamour polished people look like fakes. But I believe that some energy enticing me to the appendix of the Earth won't disappoint.