I went about the streets of Old Town whistling song I had learnt as I child. I knew little more. I knew the pacifying heat of the Caribbean. I knew the splendor of the architecture of Ljubljana. I knew of the rustic dirt of Bombay and the crooked cold afternoons of Norway. The shadows peeping at me were smiling . I was depressed. The world around me was colored blue. Slight patches of black in the middle. I knew I was about to join those in the coffee shops of Amsterdam and on the streets of Dublin. For the first time in life, music made me cry. Yeah.