Morning sun

I don't like to sleep and I find beds ugly! (Morning Sun)

I know my body needs sleep to regenerate but I hate my body to be so common. So I made a compromise with my body, I let him sleep few hours and he is never sick. In winter, I give him five hours, in the summer, three should be enough. I have a watch with phosphorescent numbers, so I can see the time during the night and return to sleep when too early. 

This morning, I won't miss my favorite party, the monthly Homopatik. I wake up, it is still dark and I do not have my watch. I stand up and it is 3:30 in the morning, I slept only three hours but I can't fall back into sleep. It is much too early to go to the club, should I go by feet? Google tell me 90 minutes walk, it is feasible but the way is boring, Berlin is so spread out! I will put some electronic music in my phone, watch some videos and walk up to the direct line up to Ostkreuz (East-Cross).

I go alone, but I want to see people. Torstrasse or Friedrichstrasse? It is over five by now and people are still queuing in front of the Kings Club. Maybe a cognac on the classy Frederic of Prussia Street? No, suddenly I can hear from the outside "La dolce vita" from Ryan Paris; that's too trashy for me! The hipster kids think it is funny trashy 80's, but I can't relate to that. I put my headphones back and the music is fantastic,  some jazzy electro called "Warschauerstrasse" from Oliver Koletzki, good, it is where I am heading, The Warsaw Street. 

 Light  in the train is too white, people carry some attaché-case, eat some "Schinken Croissant" and everything looks so normal but it isn't, it is 5:30 on a Saturday morning in Berlin! Some proper kid is asking for money and he will get my small change. From close, teeth are missing, his eyes are circled in black and he looks like a junky,  ... dressed in a immaculate white down jacket...  He can't believe how many yellow coins he is getting, it must be at least 1,47 euro!!! He says: "GEIL!"

It is six and there is almost hundred people queuing. Half of the people are not admitted. I would like to tell the rules to the kids, no back pack, no drinking in the queue, no heels for the girls, but I do not want to jeopardize my entry. A girl is screaming "Not anybody around ever heard of Laurent Garnier???" I pronounce a " "Actually I met him once" but she doesn't see me, she doesn't want to see me and I know at that second that she won't make it at the door, too drunk and too loud!

Inside everybody we know is there, and ... all the others we don't know yet. The kids are back on XTC, they've got that beatitude, "Do the thing that keep the smile on your faces..." and the little bottle of water they are filling at the toilets. The crowd there is bigger than on the dance floor. Everybody speaks all the languages of earth. "No puedo encontrar la puerta" "mais tu te prends pour qui, pour I like to move it, move it?" "I need a fucking joint" "Ich habe  Micha verloren". 

Carlo is on Erasmus and should come back in two seconds, after two minutes, I go. I hear, "Entschuldigung" (I love that word: "Take the guilt out of me" or more simple "Sorry") and someone is excusing for pushing me. Don't worry, 20 other people just did the same, I didn't feel anything. Malte wants to have a drink with me but wouldn't let me invite him, he wants to give two Euros to participate on the cheapest beer. Finally, he ends up drinking my Vodka-Mate. Are you wearing cashmere, in the club? Yes, with silk! So Malte likes it fancy, it seems... 

The fashion  is very 90's but with darker outfits. Like everybody would come out a video clip of SNAP, but in black and white.  There is also the neo-gothics, wearing black stockings and interpretations of samurai trousers with large suspenders hanging directly  on the bare breast. At one moment,  some are even trying to vogue on Terence Trent d'Arby, so many new horizons! All the music is quality, beautiful mixes and great sound system with every ranges of electro.

The kids are getting so high, they all start to smoke everything they find, it is really like the 90's!

My eyes get itchy and cry, it is time to go back home. There were so many Lisa Stansfield tonight, but this one is almost like the original. She sees me looking at her and asks "What are you thinking?"

I answer: "about how I will write about that night?"