Ziurejom kai pastate ciuozyklas ir laukem, laukem, kad jau duotu maiseli ir leistu leistis. Tik ne taip paprasta, dar reikejo sviesos tunelio gale apgraibom ieskot, ryt (arba ne) piliule, nakti po ziemos miskais lakstyt, zaist atminties zaidimus, bandyt eit kai zeme, kur dangus, o dangus kur zeme ( bloody hard ir galva svaigstaaa!), kam pasiseka, paskraidyt virs stogu ir jau tada - i maisa ir zemyn. Be atgalinio bilieto.

If not for those few items that brought certain level of chaos, it could easily be classed as order-freak’s show: all those paintings (and wall paintings) of neat brush/pen/marker strokes, piles of staked timber studs, orderly towers of old cardboard boxes,tables and chairs, layers upon layers of masking tape, lined  cactus pots, rows of broccoli prints give you the picture.  Insanely simple! Though you can unhinge in the room full of balloons.