Linch: I am standing at a tram stop, under the roof is a company of bombie man at twenty. One of them comes in and asks for a couple of rubles. I’m angry, busy, I’m thinking about shit, I’m shaking out all the little things, because it won’t save the father of Russian democracy. The boy is loudly delighted, goes back, they get enough for a gin-tonic. They sit and drink. The boy goes to shoot cigarettes, no one gives him, and I end up giving two pieces. He rejoices and goes back.
My tram approaches, I go there, and here the whole company begins to scream, applaud, go "thank you, thank you, give god health!"
The whole tram in Aachen. I have improved my karma.