One day, he was sitting at a philosophy lecture. Prep tells me something. I am sick, just a nightmare. Another seminar on the same philosophy. I sit, suffering the choice: go to the dining room and chew a soup, or go home to sleep. For a long time, he decided to throw a coin. But since he was not in adequacy, he decided to write down what each side of the coin meant. I watched, I watched, I watched an eagle. I swear with a leaflet: "The eagle is home, the reed is home".
Kokamich