I'm not a pilgrim at the birthplace of the Beatles, and the owner of the vinyl record store said in a gesture similar to a priest: The people who come here to buy records are actually looking for a feeling of blood. The various candies in the candy store are also the Beatles. The children with long eyelashes ran and roared at the cave bar where the Beatles sang that day accommodated tourists who needed to drink a cup. It was not yet the evening that the entrance of the bar was already bustling. People were laughing in the damp air of the underground cave. When I drink a cup of modulated cocktail, the nerves of rock and roll are as inaccessible as the smell of the sea.