Once in the Moscow metro there were "Metroexpress" points with burritos, I don't know if they exist now. On the tables near the point for some time there were large dispensers with ketchup and mustard.

And here I stand at the table and eat burrito. The point was located somewhere in the transition, there is little space and an escalator comes out on the site in front of the tables. On the escalator, the grandmother rises in the size and expression of the cow's face. He approaches the dispenser, presses ketchup into his hand and begins to eat it.

The picture is similar to National Geographic videos, as bears eat honey, swallowing it on their legs. In short, inhuman behavior, a stunning spectacle.

My grandmother eats ketchup and looks at me with mad eyes. I, accordingly, look at her, waiting for another chip.

After singing ketchup (the voice of Drozov behind the picture: "pulling off overseas meals, the bear decided to return to the forest... ") the baby left.



The problem is that sometimes I dream of this grandmother, she is all in blood and chews her hand, staring at me.

I never did that burrito. The appetite disappeared.