a dancer from the trolleybus.

[Ella Yevtushenko]

Last Tuesday, a usual trolleybus changed my mind.
I saw there three people. They differed so much from everyone in that trolleybus. They weren't dull, ordinary as others.
One of them was a girl. She had got short dreadlocks and was wearing a long skirt. One of the men was wearing a green-yellow-red knitted cap and had a black beird. Another man had a shawl on his head, leather jacket and a big shawl instead of trousers. He was also barefoot!
They all, I suppose, smoked weed or something, because they laughed a lot, and the third man (who was barefoot) even tried to dance.

But the main idea is that they seemed to be so free. So independent from all the small things, that make us be always busy and nervous... My first thought was to step up to them and to ask them to take me with them wherever they were going.

Of course, I didn't. But from that day I understood, what means to be FREE.