I lie on my own sand, grumbling at the sunshine... And next to me these ‘huipojmi’, dressed in Indian clothes, with feathers on their necks, beat their drums and drums and swallow their ‘Hare Kṛṣṇa’ with swallows. And then the company (year after 60 all) baffled "Katyusha"! So cheerful and so rough that they were unwittingly forced to sing half the beach. Tinnitus on the skin. Our ones have won.