“...I, feeling nothing but sadness about the past summer, early in the morning, saddled my bike and went to say goodbye to my beloved city. I didn’t really choose a route, I drove wherever the steering wheel turned, fortunately, there was nowhere to rush. After some time, the steering wheel turned towards one of the intersections, which was decorated with a drinking water pump. And it can’t be said that I was particularly tormented by thirst, but I somehow stopped by myself, dismounted, pressed on the tightly resisting handle of the pump and put my mouth under the powerful stream of cold, slightly rusty water that escaped from the depths of the water supply. That’s where it all came from. happened..."