I sit on the balcony and smoke. I see this picture from above: a man goes on the road with a large bag, carrying a three-year-old son on his shoulders. It almost runs because it’s cold. And on the run he says to his son:
You go shopping like your mom.
I am not Mom! The child begins to protest loudly.
- No, you walk like your mom, - insists daddy.
How should I? The child asks.
Like my daddy, he went in and out.