I love my city. It’s saturated by leisurely atmosphere and gentle fog in the mornings. My windows face to the north, and the Big Dipper hugs my sleep at nights. Everything is very simple here. The city breathes calm and quietness. People. Their hearts are beating. But sometimes they don’t have a clue about it. If it rains, everybody hides under the peak of houses and shops, huddled like tinned herrings.