I was walking fast in the empty street. I've shut my ears up with the headphones not to feel I was alone. The early spring wind was stretching my hair back making me feel even colder. The feeling of hunger was getting much stronger because of the headache after the class.

I've entered the first supermarket on the way, took a basket and grabbed some yogurts and russian pelmeni. Random thoughts were helping me get rid of fatigue.

Then I've thought of bravery. I've tried to remember everyone I know, and counted only two people who would really be brave and honest, ambitious enough to be successful, and moral enough not to harm anybody.

Maybe there is a crisis of really brave people in the world, or maybe I have met too many yellow dogs out there..