As soon as people put their warm clothes away, the atmosphere was filled by the motors' noise. Sometimes I need some craziness in my life. I dream to put on a Wehrmacht helmet, a rigid biker jacket and to drive a two-wheeled beast. That is my long-term plan or maybe just a desire. Until then, I had borrowed some modest details of this brutal style. I had discovered inside myself a new peace of me, a hooliganism hidden in one corner of my fragile body. I feel now being powerful and self-sufficient. That's the power of an outward form.