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While the world is swaying back and forth again, somewhere in my headphones a heart is beating steadily and stubbornly - a heavy bass, like an engine at maximum RPM. When words no longer help, the rhythm takes over: it beats in your chest and gathers together what is about to fall apart. No gloss, no pretension - just for those who are close, who hold the line and don't ask "why?". They breathe together. There's a courtyard, a street, weariness, and strength in that sound. A little dirt, a little light, a little faith that "we'll see what happens next." Let the earth rumble, let bullets cut through the air - as long as the bass is pumping, we're all family. Even fear sounds in time.