And Now, the Blues

Introduction

By September, We Are Usually Still Fresh, and So Is the Air

How Many Times a Year Do You Fly into Space?

He Always Spent a Good Part of His Summer Dreaming by the Little Hitachi

As Long As We Ask Questions, There Is Still Hope

The Sight Made Their Heads Spin, So They Had to Sit Down

I Have to Think, He Said, So They Didn´t Disturb Him