December 2006. Winter wind was in every part of the city. Long nights, street lights. Nothing but cold, cold, cold. Nothing? Only a few critical chairmen, together on a table, were starting with a design of a remarkable future plan.
They decided to meet again, the sooner the better. Not for a conversation – with strings and sticks they detected another form to communicate. After all, a couple of spherical frosted glasses were slicing that strangeness down the streets, drifted by one desire – to break out, someday, to fling out all emotions, somehow.
Finally grassland defeated the never ending white. Blue skies and green valleys as far as you could see. There were four fruits hanging around, hurried and jumped up over trees and leaves like there was nothing better. But all of a sudden, they fell into the pond over there near the headwaters and – they never got back from the deepest sinking, an unknown satisfaction moved their minds.
Their control about heart beat and the will to get dancing feet kept them alive. They hold out in the deep until the combination was effective enough to light up the dark and push a power into each water molecule around that natural kingdom. Another miracle turned the four fruits into young men and took them in trance.
Time has wasted until music was drizzling faintly on earth from the clouds above to tear the four friends out of their daydream. They recognized immediately the intention and had a rest at the brook next to the stage. They had a drink of their home made magic water, to show the crowd how they’ ve felt.
Then, in every morning after that, the four made sure the most glorious employment:
A recipe to mix the four.
