My soul led me down the trail of music and songs. I went to listen, I went to watch… I went and my other me went… I wanted to taste the tune of rock’n’roll. I received much more.
You melt into the fabric of the magical city, as soon as you align yourself to the flow of the subway train. Smell of tracks, smell of people… everybody speaking their own language and with some imagination you see what they say, what they think and what they feel. You take on the form of their essence, for now you heart beats with this city.
Austrians are shy people. It’s clear as soon as I show I’m different. I’m foreign. They eat me with their eyes and I feel they desire a pinch of my devilishness, my spontaneity.
First the “angry roomie” takes my shower gel privileges away (come on, it’s like taking somebody’s used socks), then during the night I see something that surprises even an open minded person. A girl from the dorm decided to bring her nightly treat into the room to give us a glimpse of Sex in the city – or a little nightly digital TV programme – free of charge. And by a treat I’m not talking about a dildo, but a piece of flesh. Drunk to oblivion they were unable to reach a climax in 2-4 hours (time is a very relative and touchy thing in the still of the night), but they have tried really hard. Moaning (his nor hers) didn’t help. I awake to the sounds of ecstasy. It doesn’t end. We go for the toilet (if there’s nothing to do at night, you need to go pee), toss and turn in beds and don’t know what to do – but they don’t seem to notice.
When they, during a pause, relieve themselves of a pint or two of consumed alcohol I realize how drunk the girl really is. Leaving the toilet she found herself in front of the wardrobe closet and due to her dumbed down reflexes she could not avoid them. The wardrobe hit her so hard he woke up the people in the other room too. Oh yeah, when there’s war it’s war for everybody (no sleeping tonight)!
Next morning a Spaniard (a really cool roommate) told me: “I had a feeling it was an open invitation to join in!” I only laughed, when he crossed himself in the, which made me sure I was not the only one who thought how tasteless and idiotic this behaviour was. Not understanding the angry and convicting looks from tired faces, a friend of hers told the girl she was a bit too loud – but she remembered nothing. Sad isn’t it?
It’s ok for people to escape from their daily routine and let go, forget and enjoy the ride where it takes us. Each in their own way. Through smells, sights, sounds or sex… it’s just important not to forget our soul, for regardless of the city (Vienna or any else), the adventures, stories or experiences we get – tomorrow is a new day when we’ll have to live with today.
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