Each individuality in certain periods can turn into a chief of the photograph. We are going through the crowded city and although we are the physical part, we feel that we do not belong to crowd around. Maybe what excludes us elsewhere is a transitory mood, maybe they are our dreams, plans, and perhaps it is the sense of future destiny, fate which will take us somewhere far, far away.

The chieftain on the photo came down from the mountains to the administrative town to meet here with the chiefs of other tribes with whom, during magical rites, signifys peace and cooperation. Meeting was organized by "regional authority" and that in the end organized a street exhibition of tribal chiefs for the civilians. When the chieftains rockin to the degree that they forgot unusual observers the streight of continuous connection with the Mother earth, pride and sense of what civilized people are looking for a lifetime emanated from them.

When you are the Chieftains in city the next time, remember the photo and bear this uniqueness with the utmost pride.