The two roads (two districts) are connected by a long bridge. There is enormous space under the bridge. This is my secret place, which is known by many. It is an unusual bridge with the lights on one end only. At nights as dark as pitch, the light goes out and you can see a lamp, standing solely… In the winter, when it snows, under the yellow lamplight a swirl of snowflakes can make you feel dizzy. The flakes look like those insects which always rush to the light even though the latter will kill them. For some reason, fluttering insects remind me of a red-hot summer night in a city, the night when only insects fluttering their wings can be heard. I’ve been to my secret place in the night like that. I think it’s the quietest place in the city…. It’s funny and interesting at the same time when you can see one tiny spot on Earth from above. Even though I’ve spent a lot of time on the bridge, I’ve never been under it… I loved crossing the bridge, especially in the rain, at the time I thought somebody had ripped off a piece from Japan and put it in Tbilisi so that I could turn into a Japanese who adores rain. Under the bridge the reality is different.