The international airport. I am in line for registration, people-dark. In front of me stands a huge black man, very tattooed, on his head a clever interwoven of chopsticks, hanged in some kind of clothed bags. Something is quiet. I look at him with interest, but the feeling is pursuing...Inexplicable. I listen, and he whispers the song. from where? How is? What do you know about cognitive dissonance?