Yesturday eevning...

... Again I walk in the city market building on the Central Square ...I Thinking every possible topics ... Chess pieces on why it is just such a character, the possibility of a visit ... Money, how is the best way to finance my roam ... Armorial bearings - wheels, on the walls and all possible stories, behind the mystical and the ordinary beings  ... Is the history in the stories are true? ... What am I gonna to with this knowledge?...


I've already left the building and turned left around the corner. I walk and stare street stones, and thinking where they needed these cheap Polish street stones. Suddenly, thoughts and consciousness will freeze only that remains in mind is a bell ringing glow, I get easy slap from echo that jumps back to the houses how stands behind me. I still move, but step be slower, and shorter. If I already get another wave, which echo disappears in to strong ring ... I shut down unnoticed, and look watch is the direction where thous logs are thrown into the air, I listening. So about seven or eight times, I do not read ... I guessing. They are both plead ... Last ring fades.
I'm ready to continue the movement, when the trumpet begins. The legs do not move, stand as nailed. Featured will be the memories,for me the last musicians hail means to say goodbye to the gone brother. Here, however, this is some kind of invitation, the trumpet be silent, it is difficult to understand how people moving like rays towards the church. I hear the trumpet to restart the next corner.Half of people continue their normal movement, while others add to the momentum of and speed for these rays. Trumpet is barely noticeable. Quick start up of the majority, and soon also ends. I viewed this church for a long time,from it's light-dark suit, and just now I notice the building, and the story what it's narrators. Equally side by side facing the towers are so different. Higher strengths are pointy, the average on the high top a golden crown. Unwittingly get a link piece "The King,"I think about the importance hi is in this game(chess). Second tower is a little shorter with rounded soft forms of "Queen" (Flag), remembers the first pitch of her power. Strange how the clay brick with copper hone overlap, "says a man and a woman's story of creating a balanced world.

I stand motionless in still in place, noisy tourists croups, kidnap two for a moment my attention. I'm back to itself and to understand how lucky I am that I have such an easy opportunity to get part of the thousands of people just ordinary Saturday. nothing special, I dare to say that even the boring. Nothing to encourage the senses, no sex and violence, people just had a round in the form of normal routines.
To say the moves draw my attention to other paving stones, and their breath of cool, I feel the cold on my legs through my boots ... where I can sell those paving stones? :)