The polish guy gave me an extrastrong condome and said: screw this guy! screw this guy!
Mira and I looked at each other and laughed. We had come all the long way to Ostbahnhof and Mariaclub just to see that L.A. hadn't had put me ont the guestlist as he had promised me to do. On our way back (there was no ways we would have payed to get into that club) we met this polish guy. He was studying sth in England near Yorkshire and was actually mainly working there, "gooood money!" as a JET-SKI instructor :-O...He listened to my story and that was his advice: This guy is crap! Go, go and screw him up!!! His grin hang loose on his face and he was really funny.
In the very same moment my handy vibrated. Sms from L.A. "you are on there as Ms Geraldine, please double check!"
Mira and I, sure, went back, straight away... And yes, Ms Geraldine! What kind of a joke is that? but anyways. we got in!
L.A. came quite late though but we had our fun.
Mariaclub is quite big...there was a strange punk band live and some straight techno which I didn't like too much. At some point I had the feeling I have to go outside.
I went there, had a pie behind a tree. (*) looked into the Spree, heard the blackbirds and was wondering about how came that I was in such a club whith music that I despised when I was younger...
Suddenly I saw a person coming down the little hill, looking for bottles. I felt in my hand some money and thought, oh man, I really would like to give that money to him.
But imagine! I really thought about whether I should give 2 euros or better only 50 cents...what kind of a difference would that do? The 2 euros fell into the spree and that made me go.
I walked up to him and said, here, I found that I suppose thats for you. He said thanks and we talked a little bit about bottles and return fees and stuff.
Suddenly I had to ask him what his name was.
And, believe me, it was such an impressive situation. As soon as I had asked it was as if he actually really appeared in front of me. He turned around, straightened his back, took the hat off and said:
"I am JAN, I am from Poland". His wife, as it turned out, lived separated from him but they had two sons in my age. He had been a sprinter and athletic when he was younger. He said "but now I am out". I asked what that meant and he said, "well, I sleep outside..." But then he was quick to say that it wasn't that bad and that he had friends who would help him in a case of emergency and that there was enough food. The only thing was that he drank too much. But hey, no matter where we are, out, in, right, left, up, down...we are all human beings, right!? I smiled at him and asked whether he wanted a cigarette. However, that was already too much. He felt indignified and rejected. When I told him, however, that my aunt had been "out" as well, for a while, he changed his attitude completely and it felt more like "Oh, if this is the case we can talk. Yeah, than give me a cigarette!"
He had to leave but before he went he turned around once more and said:
"Geraldine! take care! take care! don't go straight away into the bed! You are the best, do you hear me? You are the best, you are the princess! You are so beautiful, take care, don't go straight away into the bed!"
Well, ain't that kind of a weird and beautiful message at 5 o'clock in the morning???I asked him whether I could give him the rest of my money (about 4 euros) as I had been invited to the club and wouldn't have had the money otherwise anyways...He accepted and when he saw it was 4 euros his face lit up and he shouted: "Oh, I will buy myself cigarettes with that!" and believe me, I have never been happier to help somebody buying CIGARETTES than I was in that moment. My god, so be it!
Max, you were right! It's not so much about what it is, but more that it makes your day. Sure, if Heroine makes your day you have a serious problem...but then again, this is all part of human history I guess....
Whatever! I went back and felt the extrastrong condome in my pocket and smiled...haha, no, I wouldn't need it. But it was a funny story.
A little later L.A. pulled off his show. And MAN! I have never ever seen nor heared a better house show. Jesus!!!!it was sooooo incredibly cool, that I, although I had fasted for 3 days, had my period and was tired at 6 o;clock in the morning...-, just bounced off like crazy!!! And I LOVE L.A.'s HANDS!!!! wow, what powerful, magical energy emanated from him. He was a true godlike DJ so to say. I don't exxagerate, it was insane...
And thats how I met Sascha. He was a 'lunatic' dancer, too. We had quite some laughs. At some point he came and dressed me in a huge white shirt! Maybe my wonderbra was too confusing for him *ggg*... (by the way, this story is just part of a whole bunch of crazy incidents that happened in connection with that roman wonder-bra!!!)
In the morning, at 8, as we left, Sascha and I decided we should have breakfast together. It didn't take much to convince Mira, we just had to drag her away from her spanish conquerers... ;-)
Sascha took a taxi, we hopped in, too, and at Rosenthaler Platz we sat outside a turkish imbiss, waiting for the sun to rise over the house-canyons and he invited us for a morning coffee, respectively juice, remember, I still fasted and didn't eat.
Oh dude, and we had so much fun with him! And mira is just so insanely funny, its unbearable...I laughed so much...we finally wound up in the middle of the way, taking a sunbath on the street n cold spring berlin and eventually we took a lot of fotos with strangers on the chairs with my mobile....
This was a true union of lunatics! He went off to show us his "kiez", an oil-painter in a park who advice me on how to use oil painting properly (as Mr Mally failed to do that back in school!), many kids, and finally a wonderful little cafe, die schwarze pumpe near Zionskirche, where we had another drink and a wonderful soup, an encounter of the funny sort with some english people...
Finally we had to say good bye. we made it clap, clap clap, clap clap, clap clap! a last time, looked all together a last time at the sun and hugged and then left.
Mira and I were so wasted and puzzled about all these little beautiful crazy incidents....we actually developed a score of "rules" or "advices" on how to live a successful lunatic-life...I think I will post them later here....
Hey, that was my story! It was long, I know, and so was the night :)
lots of smileys and love from
sunny-cold Berlin and geraldine
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