The button was hanging on by one thread and a lot of hope.
Three days in a row, there had been noise, colorful dust in the air and strange music which repeated every 3 hours and 27 minutes.
Doors were open all day and night.
Windows were made of a glass which illuminated itself at night.
Dancers bargained for tickets for an opportunity to sit in the audience.
How fine it was.
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