"Barocco": It was a long walk. Path in forgotten corner of park, led me to a vast meadow. On the edge of thicket I saw unusual ship grandly approaching to wooden landing; kind of floating palace surrounded by intoxicating music: Vivaldi? Bach? Haendel? I couldn't recognize.
Landscape, air, green, became quite erstwhile, baroque.
I understood, that I loose my way and walk on path to the past. My first thought was:
-Oh my God! I shouldn't be here!; I turned and run away.
Never find that place again. But I'm still trying, wherever I am. One day I'll meet my ship and this time come on the board, surely.
