The Last One (Part 3)
December 11th 2015 ....And then, at seven, there's drum (and cymbals).
It's a sign for beginning.
Main street which might be the only real street. A boy with tousled black hair kneels on wooden cart and drums a big red drum. Sometimes he exchanges the stick with friends. Atmosphere is relaxed, teasing. »Oh, you've missed the rhythm!,« »Look at the stranger, you want to drum too?« The crowd is gathering.
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