settled in a rented house. There is a singing crane in the kitchen. Not in the sense that he cries like a sliced, and in some modes begins to hear melodies, such as barely captured by the ear. At first I didn’t know where the music came from. Every time different. Something eastern, then something like a march, yesterday really played "Kalinka-malinka". I thought it was a leaf of my glucose, recorded on a dictionary. It is recorded. I’m in Houston, to be honest. Not just a few sounds, but real melodies.