...and then she with her funny French accent told us to lay down on the mats and release all the negative energy into the ground motivating this weird action in the way to "let the Earth cope with it, she knows what to do". But while looking at the those enlightened folks sending with the big "Ha!" all their pain and aggression to the cement flour I couldn't help thinking about the bouncy black hip-hop dancers having class in the first floor and the receptionists in the ground flour... Although I was not that much excited when they where murmuring smth 'bout my picture with the sunglasses still it wasn't the reason for this mass pooh flood... It's not that I cared that much... still I never went to that class again.