" 1964 год. В Калифорнии солнечно и безоблачно....

"1964. In California it’s sunny and cloudless. People, busy with everyday routines, rush about their business. Everyone rushes to stuffy offices, sometimes clasping their shoulders and grumbling displeasedly under their nose. Suddenly the crowd stops. Everyone exchanges glances. From somewhere from the depths of the street you hear loud music. From afar it looks like a whining guitar. Its ragged roar is approaching. Something bright and big is climbing up the hill. It's a school bus. In the midday sun it just dazzles, making you squint and look away. Finally, the bus runs into the shadow of the ban Kovskogo building on the other side of the street. The eyes of a curious public appears bright, painted in all colors of the palette body of a battered school bus. Bizarre silhouettes and images are woven together on the bumper and spread sideways, closing again on the rear windows. Speakers and loudspeakers are hung on the sides of the roof. "Young people are sitting on the very roof. About ten. They are smiling and waving their hands affably."