Morning. Kind of a rising sun. Stuff for geeks told the news agency. You run forward, my heart beats faster, track and shortness of breath, your body cuts through the air, people turn on you, surprised looks of passers-by looking at the receding silhouette, quick movements, lightning speed and ease of jumping, there are no barriers, fences, garages, houses, any barriers disappear for you. You have no wheels or pedals, no commercials and boards under their feet, no steering wheel and seats, is only part of the body in which you sure are inspected, and only depend on them all your options. Body parts that you will not fail, they do not break down as a board and they did not pull the wheel as the bicycle.

For you cease to exist light barriers and, over time, meter fences and railings are easy, and if you go on smooth asphalt. All children in the child pulls to climb trees, some because they like the height, the other due to the fact that they are trying to overcome their fears. Growing up, one often gets away from it all, with what came across in his childhood, his movements more shackled, but his speed he shows in those moments when the morning is late for work, pushing and touching close hurry. A person living in the city, rather unwittingly becomes a slave to chance and time. He goes where there is no road or a fence on the road. The city seemed binds us, making us less mobile, and leaving us with a minimum of choice.