LIFE OF A LONELY PYTHON IN A BIG CITY

Genre:  Cry of the soul due to the syndrome of complete freedom

I’m suffering from the syndrome of complete freedom, lonely as a cloud, nobody depends on me, I don’t owe anyone, all on my lonesome, tied up by this freedom – legs and arms and all…

I want a watch that needs me. The watch that stops running, when I forget about it. The watch with a personal contact, that can’t do without me…

‘I’ from “The Life of the lonely Python in a big city”