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and you are no longer "here", but still not "there", all that remains – this is the expectation … We look forward to its logical conclusion of our way because we know how it should be. Some struggle with this condition different ways: someone reading a newspaper, or a new sensational novel, someone with his eyes closed, dreaming of a nice, someone has a noisy debate about the work of the new chamber of parliament, but a young Englishwoman is in shooting glances with brown-eyed neighbor, he is interested intrigue has its rules and embarrassed the girl her frank eyes … that is really going on in the mind of each of the passengers, whom fate had accidentally drove in one car? is not allowed to know anyone – except for random psychics during the trip … you see a lot of facial expressions: sadness, fatigue, anxiety, happiness, love …

these feelings are drawn and a smile eyes, you hear a lot of sounds, words and phrases, which sometimes pass unnoticed, but sometimes in interest the process and involve eavesdropping, ie in the car are its own, can a tiny, short, absolutely useless, but still a personal life of each "molecule" is a community that has faced a few moments in an enclosed space. Each stop is a small change, because there is a change of participants mini-games, someone leaves, but instead there are new players, which also accept the rules of conduct, choosing their own, unique role, and this movement – it is infinitely … quietly, absorbing the precious moments of life … Indifferent wiggle racing trains monotonically euthanized, but sometimes it somewhere, just below the neck, you feel pressure barely detectable energy equipment TUK-TUK, you know what happened to encounter a biofield (the invisible shell "molecule") with powerful stream of some force, something like the process when two phones are connected via Bluetooth … In this case, words are not needed, enough to get you looking and so comfortable, cozy and light in this strange, iron unconscious coach, you feel something different and it does not matter, be it something inside you own, or whether it be inside of someone standing next to you … But as always, by the rules – the next stop – is inevitable … flashed voltage lines, lighting, missing only a few seconds, it was so empty and damp in the same area, just below the neck …

just above the heart, lift your heavy eyelids, and the players have changed, can only come out a major player?, or personal opponent?, and may the one who was supposed to fill the void? … For some reason the game has become completely uninteresting, has lost its meaning, and the desire to reach the final stop, too, evaporated like morning mist on a summer day … Knock, knock – do you hear somewhere in the subconscious mind … what is it? Patter at the window, or maybe just someone stuffing his heel motif favorite tune, or maybe …. It beats a pulse?, Maybe … … .. No, this sound could be heard directly from the same location – just below the neck, slightly above the heart, who live there, and what it wants, it is not clear, and hardly any when humanity will understand whether it is … but when you hear the tuk-tuk, better open the door of the house …, soul, heart, even if you just heard – look out the window to do not miss that for the one you all keep safe