Red berries in my hand mixed with the snow,
And I am thinking how beautiful and shiny they look on the sun.
... Young men are fighting, heating each other again and again.
It's cold, but they don't have coats, sweaters or shirts, like in sports, pants and boxing gloves.
Two men are watching.
First, the older one, is not talking.
The second, looks like engineer, with heavy bag, and loaf of bread sticking out.
He says: not good, not good, reactions are too slow.
The first man talks: it's second week.
And we hear, the fighting young men are not good again.
They are boys from local gangs.
Now, I would think it's crazy, but then,
We thought, the 90s school girls, it was fun..
