We had to celebrate our success. In a nearby cafe, we made the right collection of glass bottles, a smile from the face witer girl not taken off. Our main boss and the leader Slavek Kuzmic, always encouraged us to look forward to the previous actions and extracted painted paper from her purse, all it seemed that the story has no end. Frankie as a true mascot was dominated by his broad smile makeing fun of his and someone else's account, and entertained the whole square into a shrine of Mary. I think that this is a sacred place and how it was worth the Mother of God pray for winning medals. Nothing has been disconnected. We were totally forgotten in time, we were simply in a time machine, when the reality took another surreal dimension, which was interrupted by ringing cell phones of Slavek.