In the old town of Tbilisi, I visited a bell tower that was put together in pieces. The whole building stands in a strangely tilted position, like a magical building in the fairy tale world. At the top of the hour, there was a puppet angel who slowly slipped out of the bell, like a cuckoo. From the next series of windows, several puppets showed up, they ran out and danced as if it were a scaled-down puppet show stage. When the bell rings, the tourists passing by also stop to enjoy this view. The customers who are dining will also put down the knife and fork in their hands, the children will no longer play, and everyone looks up to the place where the sound of the bell and puppet comes out. It is like people are still, everything has stopped, only the wind and the time is moving.