Second Excercise It was an early Saturday afternoon in July and Harvard square was full of tourists, students, beggars and artists. In some cases, the two last ones were combined in one person. It smelled with coffee, barbecue and flowers. Countless voices laughed and talked. A guy in a cowboy hat played and sang country music. In another corner someone hauntingly beautifully played sax. A bit away from the main action, there was quite a crowd that gathered around something, and people that were passing by, stopped to watch. The center of their attention produced music too, well-known hits with guitar and violin. The musician playing the guitar was a man in his late thirties in old worn blue jeans and a simple plaid red shirt. The man had short, blond-reddish hair starting to thin out. He played and sang, and tapped with his right foot along the rhythm. A slightly worried look on his face and his smile a bit tight, he was looking around the crowd of spectators meeting their eyes and then looking back at his partner playing violin next to him. The violinist was a boy of 10-12 years old, reddish-blond like the man, blue eyed and smily. He had a music sheet in front of him but he barely looked at it. He mostly surveyed spectators without any shyness or self-consciousness. He looked like he enjoyed his violin and he was certainly an excellent musician, playing with no mistakes. He moved his hands and shoulders in the places where an accent was needed, and tapped with his foot in others, along with the man beside him. The joy and pleasure that radiated from that young musician, performing for money on the streets, effulged from his eyes. Among the spectators, were several boys and girls of different ages, watching with expressions of awe and surprise, barely breathing.

Writing excercise "No ideas, but in things " Write a brief story told only in images – concrete, simple, visually efficient movements and details. What people do, what objects they crave and caress rather than what they say or think about these objects and actions. A bright sun fills the empty kitchen. A large, ancient clock the size of a man bangs six and distant murmur of female voices slowly arises at the far end of a long hall. The kitchen is the perfection of cleanliness. There is no single speck of dust soaring in the sunlight, no fruit flies searching for feast and no smell of wood long sodden with dairy smell that is typical of many kitchens of these days. As the voices get closer, there is a slight bang of metal against metal, a creek of a tiny voice. One of the lower cupboard doors opens and closes slightly with a quiet knock. A large woman in her fifties enters a room, speaking loudly to someone behind her. She wears a simple green dress, her grayish blond hair is under a white cap and she is putting on an apron. She is followed by a young, slender woman, dressed in a similar way with a paper and a pencil in her hands. She puts them down and starts removing cutting boards, knives, pots and pans. The older woman goes into the storage room and brings ham, parsley, coffee and tea, jams, butter and cheese. Quick steps approach from the hall and another young woman in an apron enters with a basket containing eggs, milk and bread. After her, the fourth woman enters, tying her apron up behind her back. The older woman frowns at the latter one and sighs out, impatiently gesturing her to the lower cupboards. She nods and puts her head in her shoulders and hurries to one of the lower cupboards. As she opens the door and starts fishing there with her hand, she screams and jumps back, jogging one of the kitchen maids and making her drop a saucer with eggs she was battering. Everyone freezes and looks at the two maids laying awkwardly on the floor. The older woman frowns and approaches the open cupboard with an expression of disbelief on her face. There, in the darkness, in between shiny copper pans, bowls and pots, surrounded by bits of apples, carrots and bread crumbles, lays a trebling, dirty boy of 8-10 years old, with wide eyes full of fear, and a stubborn mouth tightly shut.