Why I love the elderly, it is for "there is nothing to lose"
They no longer have bosses, they are not afraid of anyone, they do not need to leave or betray their dreams. Everything has long been devoted in the past. Now the voice of Pravda, carefully drowned out of the whole working life, sprinkled outside with his furry branches. And the old people carry everything that comes to mind, for a second, not giving the thought of settling inside to pass a filter or censorship. Everything is simple: the thought entered the head - the thought was released.