Night walking, Princess Charlotte, Rasta man and other stories......Part Two

Lost without you, can't help myself, how does it feel, to know that I love you babe, lost without you..... ah! what is happening? Catherine has suddenly become "master in command", with her trench coat, she is really looking like a small gangster, she is talking about us going to the south of the city, I don't mind, anywhere will do, as long as I am feeling good, let there be booze, music and comradship....lost without you, can't help myself...

Charlotte: "I don't feel comfortable in the south"

Comfortable, now thats a strange word, comfortable, reminds me of a soffa, big fluffy pillows, hot cocoa, shampoo, washed hair, teddy bears, climbing trees, childhood.....didn't somebody say something about a taxi?......there's one....

...... I think I'll just take a taxi, and go home......

Where is everybody? Hmmmmmmmmmm, lets see, Maya and Aaron have disappeared, something about getting a hot dog, Catherine the commander is showing off her "ethiopian shoulder shaking" dance steps to Sam, the queue doesn't seem to be letting up, but it is a warm night, reminds me of that song......"love is in the air" , damn! that song is such a "make out while you are drunk with a total stranger" song, that song and "lady", you know, the video is the one with two boys and a girl, sort of techno, came out the same time as "and if this ain't love, why does it feel so good", damnnnnn , what year was that? That summer was damn hot! outside, vodka, foriegners with blonde hair, youth hostels, train stations.......

....I can't go to the south, I am not comfortable there, I should get a taxi....

One should never do stuff that one is not comfortable with my dear, go home, fly like a bird, but the night must go on, yes, here's a big hug, goodbye dear girl, we are off, walking through the night, my friends and I, our laughter echoing through the night, one step at a time, we find our way in the dark night, through streets of....

Catherine: "I know the worst Turkish disco ever!"

Did somebody say disco? yes, lets go there, it doesn't matter if you're black or white, took my baby on a saturday.......(can't remember that part)but I believe in miracles and a miracle's gonna happen tonight, cos it don't matter if my baby's black or white, that's Micheal Jackson's black or white.....ah! wonderful! no entrance fees, but what do we have here? ahhhhhh, Fat white girls everywhere, let me guess, all my brothers are here... If I worked for immigration......wow, wait, let me settle properly, great fucking view, some arab song blasting on loudspeakers "habibi habibi", look at that white girl go! and the blacks here all seem to know the song well...."habibi habibi".....

30 minutes later......

Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!, I am behind Aaron, the big security guys are between him and a white guy who smacked maya's head while passing, you have to give it to these arab boys, you disrespect their women and you are in soup! Damn..... What chivalry! What a man! he is begining to look handsome.... the white guy is still making noise, he is being thrown out of the club, Aaron is smiling, sipping his beer, damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! well, glad that is over, lets see what else is happening.....a whole group of "peru men", all drunk, now they've switched to hip hop music, one of the guys jumps up, he is doing "b boy" steps, lets clap, lets form a circle, good, everybody is in on it......Please Lord let me not die of laughter, I can't take it anymore, my brothers have found us, drunk, everybody wants to show off.....I am dying.....I need to breathe......