XX: When I was a kid, my father and I often went to our garages. There was such a garage male brotherhood. In more or less good weather, many garage owners pushed their garments out on the street, and immediately around them were formed various circles of interests - someone gathered a consilium of experienced drivers, trying to make a small repair of the engine on their own, someone demonstrated a new car, opening the hood and turning off the engine for those who wanted to admire it, someone simply drank a little bit, laying a snack on the trunk and gathered around themselves like-minded people...

For a few years I have not had the feeling that I now live in garages.