It was realy enormous park, and I walked and walked for an hour or somethig.
It was raining from time to time, and my backpack started to get wet with all the cameras and lenses inside of it.
Finally the figure appeared in front of me.
It was a fellow with long dreadlocks, he's got a drum closed with polyethylene bag. I said "Hej!
Is that the right way to the railway station?"
"Yes", he answered, "But I think, you needn't it.
You needn't to hurry.
Look, today's the holiday.
You're here, in the forest.
Can you hear, how it sings?
I've got the drum, you've got the flute, we've just met.
Let's play music!"
So we did. Rain was end. Sun was shine.
We stand in the heart of the forest and played with the birds voices and trees rustling.
Well, our music was horrible.
But we were great.
May 2014
100% GOOD (1 votes) 