here here :

The path to Zen cognition is a broken signal (clakson) in a machine. In the winter"

I saw the case: on a narrow road with unilateral movement is going right in the middle of some informal, headsets on it half-headed and apparently loud something in them plays... he is pursued by a life-threatening craft of VAZA, the guy behind the wheel drops the window and says something like-"may you leave on the sidewalk?" meloman-0 emotions, he does not hear. So they go-go another 20 meters, the driver asked a couple of times to leave, and calmly so, but then tired apparently. He balls under the seat, pulls out a button from the classon, a large one, rubber, and throws the music lover back straight out of the window. The man jumped out of fear, turns out, pulls his headphones. And then the driver says: "BBC fucking...", picking up his button and passing...