One day you pass by a musical school and see a man with a big music paper, who is
pulling a heavy door, goes inside and closes the door. You are left outside and hear a
chorus of strange sounds: instruments, voices; an entirely different universe within
the harsh day routine. You feel jumping up, peeping into the open window, you’d like
to see what is going in inside, to sing along with them. So that is what art is! But
nobody wants to stop, nobody can stop.