Crossroads. How many of them are there in our lives... In the steppe, where the dusty road is cut by a worn-out track. Or in a city deafened by everyday life, where countless feet hurry along striped paths. Crossroads of unexpected meetings, crossroads of destinies colliding on the run. Crossroads of time, when ancient stones, remembering wooden wheels, rejoice in the slapping steps of bare children's feet...
