Rei: It was very good now, generally:
I, a little white girl under an orange umbrella, am waiting for a tram. It rains, there are no trains. I feel someone standing next to me, I turn around and I see that a huge uncle, a tough one, with a beard, in a shirt, and a guitar on his shoulder, is attached to me under the umbrella. I frightened in misunderstanding glanced at him, and he was so complaining to me, rounding his eyes: "Sorry, please, I just have a wet beard..."