I go to the beach in the morning. Beauty: the teeth fly, the sun heats the face, the wind blows. And suddenly I see a knight coming in. The most real. In a tournament helmet, with feathers and other helmets. Thoughts: "Oh the Knight. The Knight? On a bicycle? The clip is filmed. Where is the camera? The reconstructor. Why in a helmet? The helmets have learned to do nothing. Respect to you". In general, I eat, look at him in all the eyes, almost aligned, already wanted to praise the helmet. Here the sun stops blinding my eyes and I realize that this is a fisherman. Clothes from behind the back, against the sun - a pure knight.