Many Johns
John was walking on the street. The street was not familiar to him. Suddenly there appeared rhytmic sound of walking strangers. Then the owners of this sound emerged themselves. They all looked the same - black hat and black coat. They started making a line - some of them stood ahead of John, while others tried to take the place behind him. They all were looking down. - Hey, what is happening?- asked John the gentleman standing next to him. There was no response. - Sorry, Sir, but I am talking to you- said John. This time he tried to speak louder. But he could not acknowledge the difference - the voice was still quiet...