7 a.m., Saturday, November 2nd. Shock, the city has already woken up: the supermarket is open from 7:00, cars, passers-by... A trickle of people happily stretches to work at the two-story administration building. There is a feeling that there is nothing to do here except work, work is like an escape from boredom, but this is not the case, the lined neat building of the House of Culture will certainly disagree with me. But at 18 o'clock it feels like it's already 21 o'clock and soon to sleep. The central alley and the main streets are illuminated, but the lanterns will not cope with the southern tangible night, the night here envelops small sleeping streets, houses, and flocks of young people who probably study at the local technical school. There are very good young people here, and the people are nice.