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As in many heroes of our times, we have plenty of metrosexuals around. It seems a time for metrosexuals, the time we live in, nowadays. He was metrosexual and sensualist. He used to steadily set his legs widespread while talking to people (women, above all) like he meant a subliminal message. You should be afraid for your wife and daughter, he oozed sensuality and sexuality. It was said that he made miracles thanks to his sensuality. Once, it is a well-known story, he made a paralysed woman walk. I am a man of my time, he used to say. A broad-minded man, but of my time, anyway. Why are you looking at me, he said out of the blue. We were drinking a beer at his place. Why do you look at me like that? He insisted. He probably was already drunk. Your eyes are mistrustful and contemptuous. You probably are here with me with some design. You are drunk, I answered, I have no design. I am here to drink a beer in your company. That's all. He mused and slowed down his aggressivity, Don't...

(foto Živilė Abrutytė) The Master had explained to me, without any apparent reason, that someone has funneled thousand of euros in that coffee shop, where I encountered him, to keep it open during the winter. In Vilnius to manage any local business was really hard in that season. There was a sort of depression in winter around the center. Few passersby, no tourists, no business, given the harshness of the winter…an unfortunate situation to run a shop in winter in Vilnius, because the weather was astonishingly cruel. An Italian I knew used to say that in those days ci sono i lupi per le strade. He meant that the streets are so deserted that only wolves go around the empty gatvės (streets) descending down from the hills into the city and looking for food. And I agree with his similitude. Outside the road had disappeared without leaving any trace. The air was smoking with snow. The snowstorm had caught The Master’s sight. The Master seemed terrified by the roaring and howling ...

- If one punches with anger, his mind is dangerously sick. For this reason we must seek love in martial arts, love is fluid like smoke, it moves everywhere and in every direction. Only if love is the object of your mind your body becomes fluid. In anger, fear and in hatred body is rigid, hard. Love is energy, if you have love you have energy, an inexhaustible source of energy. After fifty years of age body needs elasticity and fluidity. Everyone love himself. Who does not love himself? Maybe a few...usually people love themselves, their ego. A martial artist must look inside and seek for love – The Master spoke. The day I arrived in Vilnius my goal was to find a new martial art. The search for it took eleven months. Until I met The Master. After moving to Vilnius I learned many things. A new reality. New people, new culture. New mentality. New colours , new flavours, new smells...a different world from the world I was coming from.  But, the most important thing I learn...