I am an ancient bike programmer. In my childhood after “Minsk” I had a motorcycle. Almost overseas, "Java" So here they have, at the eve, on the gasoline tank, nickeled plates with the name. = to = to = to = Years have passed, a lot of keyboards have been erased, but when I see the word “JAWA,” I see a red two-wheeled motorcycle with nickeled letters on the tank. It smells of gasoline, hot oil, skin and youth, not that fucking java.