On one holiday, I met 4 mexican men in the front of Eaton centre. They used traditional instruments, played on sidewalk.

They sang loudly, moved their bodies freely. They paid their attentions to pretty girls, with their big smiles above their big eyes.

I did not pay a lot attention on the money they could collect. It didn't matter a dollar or a check. They even did not matter that travellers were videotaping, they did not want the loyalty for their portrait rights. Once a while I felt that they were living for music and singing.

However, their faces, their music echoed in my mind for quite long. I knew and I told someone that they were singing freely and for freedom.