I am entering the sfera and starting. I am choosing the way of pilgrim, the one who is making relations, by coming closer and going away. I chose the path for my home and steps for my cover. I am entering the thoughts and the world of unborn scarabey, the one who is born from endless effort in concentration, from the one who is caring with his feat huge sun weal.
Rolling.

Person I: I need patience to walk, walk till I put one bell on each parallel till I start ringing symphony of my walking, silence somebody is reading…

Person II: I am walking and reading about balloons filled with helium…

Person III: My mind is playing with idea of flying, I am laughing laud. It is warm and pleasant inside, I am running, my shadow is driving in circles…

Person IV: I am smoking a pipe, movement inside the smoky ball, it s like the world across rainbow…

Person V: On the way I am meeting other walkers, exchanging laughs, looks, smiles, I am photographing…

Person VI: For a long time I am walking in my sfera, I feel lonely. Looking for guests and meeting them. What should I talk about…?

Person’s I-VII: The sun is coming down, we are lighting a lamp, and warming trough city streets…