The city seems shaken by a deadly wind in the early summer nights, the endless walks on the waterfront is a sad and abundant display of human cases. Zombies who remains the only stupidity, which suck the last gasps of life - held together by only one pressing forward in their tired walk. The squalid couples who have nothing to do or say, nothing ahead and nothing behind, walk clinging to each other in a botched pathetic parody of a dance of death. Youngs dazed by ipod, proceed similar to automata intelligent-looking like a cold fish.
Try to stop one of them, and ask "who were the Beatles", ask to borrow a wire of culture, with the same ease with which they ask you if you have a cigarette. Try it and run away in horror away...
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