What have I been doing in 2010 – a comprehensive list of a person’s life - II

The concerts I’ve been to:

Part 1 – What I Didn’t Like, What Inspired Disgust and What Made Me Wonder

• § Tin Hat @ Muziekgebouw – I kind’o liked it, but almost fell asleep, damn!
• § Thievery Corporation @ Melkweg – too many artists with too many samples
• § ARNO @ Paradiso – 2 brilliant songs, but the rest not really my thing..

Part 2 – What I Liked, What Inspired Lust and What Made Me Happy

• § Gogol Bordello @ Paradiso – gipsy punk in my jumping shaking groove shoes!!
• § Tracing Tracy @ Sju in Utrecht – jazzy friends with talent!
• § Midlake @ Bloomendal – best location for concerts ever with past-tense Indian and ballad fighting and loving times
• § Faith No More, Fun Loving Criminals, Dan le Sac, Uffie, Balkan Beat Box, a lot of reggae and some other crazy bands @ Dour festival in Belgium J
• § Kid Koala @ Melkweg – just brilliant!!
• § Underworld @ Heineken Music Hall MANIA, after which we tried to enter to Trouw, across and other venues – all closed, so took a Punjabi taxi home to have the wisdom teeth removed the next morning – a night to remember
• § Shantel @ Leffinge, Belgium – another Maniac night on Balkan grooves
• § Gipsy Bands – Kochani & Taraf de Haidouks @ Brussels, Belgium and the belly-shaking diva were absolutely charming, Unza time! With the band coming into the public and fluting our ears away, love this music!!

2 Weekends and Lots of Films

After the "There Will Be Blood", you only want to see "Apocalypto" - even more brutality, so then we chilled with "Citizen Kane" and I discovered where the White Stripes lyrics for "The Union Forever" come from.. arrhh! suck an idiot, never to have known this! "Stranger than Fiction" and some oher Will Farell Bush show are deadly hilarious..

I'm having a girlfriend over and talk about old stories, new stories, traveling and jobs, thn we take a walk to this brilliant coffeshop = the one you buy coffee from!! I've seen a new small espresso machine, just looks genius and spreads out espresso.. I've been trying to find some pictures, but I guess it's not that famous.. oh well, maybe in few years..

Next day we're getting sailorboy's family over - they get convinced about the I've-had-too-much-to-eat power of .ro food, we enjoy our talks and brother G. getting crazy on A'dam Klezmer Band, so we're careful about bringing Balkan Beat Box on the stereo..

After more monopolistic stories with IT-guru and his Dr.FeelGood girlfriend, we come to the horse-penis medical instrument story and other anal consultations - just disgusting enough to put on a table during/after dinner. Ask me on private and if I'm in a good mood, I'll tell you all about it ;)

Remember how much I like the circular stories? It comes back to Balkan Beat Box which the RacecarSultan has put as background on his and Sailorboy's Dakar film - looking good! and after beer, wine and the more traditional vishinata and palinca we start grooving on the beats.. next morning all we can do is chill with orange juice and good coffee.

Lekker Roemenie

Day 1

We get ourselves at Schiphol, we have too much cash on us, damn the .ro currency!

Can’t wait for the brilliant Eurozone! Get scared on the plane when some drunkard of a pilot announces the route and all. Sailorboy gets panicked at his foreign language capabilities, me at his Romanian with a taste of vodka. I pray. We land precisely on time. Gee!! The only time the plane’s on time, my parents are late with their pick-up. No wonder they’re late. The traffic’s a mess!! Such a nightmare!! Well, when in Rome.. luckily we get home, I see my big-fur cat and we have good .ro food and drinks. We drag ourselves to sleep.

Day 2

Enthusiastically launched into an exploration of the 2nd biggest building in the world – the House of People. This thing is humongous! Only sailorboy gets to see it, I’m banned to solve issues bank- and uni diploma-related. Bank’s are in the system. Issue solved. Another Kafka scenes rolls under my eyes when I figure it out that at my former uni they only work between 11.00 and 2.30. Lazy bastards! I re-visit them at the appropriate hours and get to stand in a line for more than one hour. I silently congratulate myself for my choice of moving to a different country.

We’re lunching with the extended family, grandma and grandpa. Grandpa manages to talk about grapes and weather with Sailorboy just by using hand-language. Pretty cool! We hit it off to La Motoare – the place to be! It’s a real gather-up with Gigi, Geamy, Kiki, Simona, Ioana, Adriana, Raluca, Corina, Maria, Vico, Boris. Later we move on to the creepy Cafenea, where we’re not allowed to sit outside on the terrace, we only can be given a drink if we’re in. Inside it’s a public sauna. Delia, a mother to be, her man, Razvan, another mother Alice and Edi join us. We keep up the good short stories and I’m happy to see all. Till our next gather up, ta-tar!!

Day 3

My agenda definitely includes Vulcanii Noroiosi, a.k.a. the Muddy Volcano’s.

The desire to climb up on a mountain is crawling up in the back of my head.

Sailorboy discovered the plopping concept. He’s just playing the

bubblegum and then breaking sound as a plop for a good illustration of the volcanos. We’re just picturing it, stopping at a dam to admire the view then getting to the real thing. It’s indeed a plopping feeling. Next to that, it’s always good to see the Mars-like scene. I play a new-born coming out of Mother Earth.

We hit it off to Sinaia, the mountain touristy resort where lately bears have been coming up from the mountains.. I suppose the bears discovered the economic principles of scarcity in the woods, as well as “no lunch for free”. Now they need to attack city and village population to convince people to get food placed in the forests. Damn economic bears!!

Day 4
We’re having museum/castle visits on our travel agenda. We get some ridiculous shoes for the Pelisor visit. We get in and come to some long-forgotten places of kings and queens in .ro.

Later on we get to see the Peles, castle which value’s estimated of weight in gold.

That should be pretty cool. I’m wondering what’s my value?!Had dinner at the Serbian place where too much food invaded my plate. Needed to taste my father’s food, so he’d take something from my plate. So overwhelming!

Day 5
Woke up early in the morning to go see the Dracula’s castle. They made some sort of medieval castle out of it, so only the fame and glory stays. I took the most popular photo’s whom every one who visited must have took. I’m so ordinary!

We carry on our road trip to Brasov. We get a magazine to choose from, we’ll be staying at Samurai. The owner looks like he’s going to split us in two with a sword, but he’s too kind. He speaks the slow language of the west .ro, he couldn’t be more funny.We’re advised to check out the Coliba Haiducilor at the Poiana Brasov.

We get very traditional food and music. Together with that, a rip-off bill to pay. No mood for fights with waiters, we leave.We take a tour of the big square, have some cold drinks and enjoy the evening – chill-out time.

Day 6

In our quest to see more Dracula places (we are in Dracula’s land, so we need blood), we get to the man’s house in Sighisoara. I really enjoy the medieval city and revival style. We step in the house which is now a restaurant and we have some Transilvanian food. Soup in bread included.

Funky bite!

We stuck around enough for one day, we needed to move on. We

expected Medias to be something of a city, we could only pee there, so we’ve named it PeeCity.

In desparate need to sleep somewhere, we asked at a hotel in Alba Iulia.

Man, what do you think this is?! Paris?! Watch it out for ridiculous prices while you’re out there!! The bastards would try anything!! We got in a park where oddly enough you could use internet for free. We tried to connect the minicomputer, failed and asked some guy with a computer what the trick is. Poor park guy couldn’t figure it out, so gave us a number of a hotel.

We got in there, we finally got air conditioning. It’s a God-given gift at 39 degrees..At the valuable indications of the hotel personnel, we could walk for 20 minutes to the old centre. After no less than one freaking hour and a half, we got there.

After walking in spooky neighbourhoods where I was really watching my bag and asking people if it’s a long way till there. They diplomatically and politely offered to show the direction, without precise information of the hour it would take us to get there.

Damn stupid hotel personnel!!We made it to the old city center. Apparently the pride of the city is a music fountain where half the city walks around, even at 10 in the evening. The massive ancient city walls are impressive. They amazingly made it so long. They even had some parade guard watching, I suppose it’s for the fun of it. Otherwise the huge cathedral had no guards whatsoever. I’ve never been alone in a church at 10 in the evening. Most of the time you cannot get in there that late.

I felt scared, good thing Sailorboy was there. Felt quite unique.

Day 7

Driving to Deva we decide there’s too much to walk to the castle, we were going to see the one in Hunedoara anyhow. The Corvins castle looked like an old fortress, but had some Dutch caravans around. Sailorboy discovered the hyper Dutch complaining to his

pregnant wife and regretfully and unrecognizably shut up. At the entrance I bump into this guy I’ve known for ages. We used to do a lot of partying.. Wtf?! What are the odds?! Castle looks nice for what it’s meant for. No glamour, except for the ladies working at its restoration. Only women at work! What’s that of a crazy club?!

Sailorboy drives on to some amazing racing routes backed up by fabulous scenery. We’re up to

Paltinis, next to Sibiu. We get no gps signal at the moment and get on some muddy side road, I get down in the paddles to ask how the road is going, and we proceed to Paltinis. We’ll have

some quiet relaxing time in here.

Day 8

My wish comes true – we climb up the mountain. We do an easy tour, as it’s a rainy weather. We have dinner at the hotel’s restaurant, there’s not much happening there. Even the waiter’s so old his feet hurt.. he seems he’s been on them for ages. He’s

tempting sailorboy with palinca and I have the usual beer of the

mountains, Ursus. We’re getting more .ro food and chill.

Day 9

We travel the same wonderful route on the steep curves to

Sinaia, we have a pick-up for my mom and dad, who were just enjoying their own private time in there since we left Sinaia. My dad drives to Buchi and we have dinner by the park. We’re on some covered-up terrace, but by the time we’re in the middle of our delicious dinner, a storm stops by. It’s so ravaging that in 5 minutes it manages to wet half of the terrace territory and all guests need to retreat inside. We continue eating, till Gigi calls. It seems half the Bucharest’s underwater. My father gets to the car and faces water till his knees, he brings the car to the door of the restaurant and for 20meters distance, Sailorboy gets shower wet. Ridiculous!

We need to get from our car to Gigi’s by letting them park next to each other. We had a set-up meeting, so we could get to see Gigi’s new house. Great place, I also need that kind of a kitchen! I suppose I need to earn it first.. I’ll do my homework on Cooking princess. We part with promises to see each other in the Netherlands again – soon, hopefully!

Day 10

Spent the morning at Sorina’s new hairstyling place. Got a good hairdo. Then hit off to the Green Hours, such a pleasant place to be at. Especially with Aida.

She’s telling me stories I somehow know and we catch up with our lives. I think this is the most one-to-one I’ve had so far in this trip.. but I don’t get many chances, what can I say.. I love you all!! Sailorboy joins us after unsuccessful attempts to see some museums in Bucharest and walking for half the day. Aida drives us to granma and grandpa where we say hello-good-by and talk about all we’ve done. We have a night out in Club A. My usual Club A friends are there – Alina, Andra and the gang! Geamy, Kiki, Alex and Maria on top. Sailorboy scores some extra points on social skills, niceness and rhythm. (can't believe I have no pics of that!!)

Day 11

We’re definitely not leaving the country till we see Cerna, the countryside. So we’re again the happy family on board. Damn we must have spent half of our days in the car starting day 2!! Oh well, all for a good cause!! My grandma’s so happy to see us, my uncle as well.He’s so happy he needs to prove he’s magnetism with all cutlery and remote control. I can also do this with one spoon – are we freaky or?! Sailorboy gets his first taste of goose heart – what do you mean you haven’t had that before?! I had a lot of brains in my good times! – It’s always such a pleasure to say that – I mean brains as food..

Day 12

We have the final generous breakfast in Buchi. Man we got so much food all the way.. drinks and food.. we’ll need to get ourselves on some diet when we get back. We’re happy to have a modest dinner at our place in Amsterdam. This was definitely a good one! Sailorboy’s

convinced we need to get back for some KTM motor off-road. I hope I was convincing enough with his friend, the RacecarSultan who agreed we’re going to see it all from an off-road jeep through the woods. That should be fun!!

Nijntje

11:30 – Zeker en vast I’ll tell you where Albert Heijn is, woman of the Flemish people. And I’ll go on trying to find something suitable for a present for mom.

12:15 – Unsuccessfully I return home just to think of a coffee and move on to the next stop – Utrecht, for the meeting with Fronkie.

13:15 – I get on the train to Utrecht and 2 mermaids step in. One is wearing a pink t-shirt with light pink shorts and again pink panties. It looks not yet like a pinkish blur, so she puts on a light pink wig. The other wears the same, but in blue and black to match her eyes. They ask me if I’m also going to the festival. Which festival?! I ask. This answers their question. They keep on arranging their purses – one has a big wine bottle that she needs to cover in her own clothes so you wouldn’t notice it’s a bottle. The other has a 10cm purse which can basically only hold her vodka bottle and maybe some squeezed in coins. She says – don’t you think this vodka bottle is too little?! I think - Well, then you’d need a different purse, sister!

13:35 – Happy sisters put back all bottles and make-up in their purses, I go off the train. After missing some exits, I return to the main screen in the Central station, Utrecht. I meet Fronkie.

14:00 – We’re walking around in Utrecht. We get a look at 2 churches. It’s the day when all churches are open – you can check them out. I think a perfect day for grandma to visit, too bad she’s not here. We walk further.

14:30 – We’re here: Nijntje Museum!! You can call the little genius rabbit Miffy in English. It has loads of translations in almost all languages of the world and every one recognizes the shapes of Nijntje. We used to play games from Nijntje site when working at HP – het wordt lachen!

15:00 – I get to draw my own Nijntje after running up the stairs of Nijntje’s house. Then I get down with an elevator where you need to keep the button pressed to go down. If you take your finger away, it stops! This is soo cool! I want a house with this elevator!

15:15 – We get to the Nijntje shop. Adrenaline rising – I get to buy my own Nijntje t-shirt. This is fantastic! Living in a dream!

15:20 – How come Dick Bruna is so rich and he doesn’t have a Ferrari?! What kind of person is that?! Besides, he’s still working.. absurd!

15:30 – We’re done with Nijntje museum and shopping, we can still enter the central museum. Our tickets are ok for that one as well. But why?! So we go on to a record shop. I find another good looking plate for Leon, hope he likes the music..

16:00 – Fronkie asks where do I want to sit at a terrace – I say the terrace next to the canal. You don’t have that in Amsterdam – the stairs that go down so you can sit by the water. I also saw at Madurodam – The Netherlands in miniature – a guy who was pissing in the river from the exact place where we were supposed to sit at. Fronkie said it must be one of his friends.

17:30 – We get to Fronkie’s place, we listen to some oh-key old music, I try to shake the apple tree of the neighbours. No damn fruit will fall. I sorrowful sip on the apple juice. We have a look at some old pictures. Funny to see friends in the same places you were at – like Hover Dam.

19:00 – We arrive at the oriental tapas resto. The friendly mermaid at the entrance has a rip-off on the side, you can quietly admire her bra and white skin. Good lipstick though. She takes the order and some Moroccan brings some tapas. We say thank you. After a long debate on who ordered what we discover we’ve eaten some one else’s food. Almost nothing’s ours. We say – bring us another Casablanca beer and we’ll forget about it. Fronkie then tells me his experiences with Hungarian palinca involving nakedness and stories of the bike and the bench after long nights out. We have a good laugh and decide to leave the rest voor volgende keer.

22:45 – Fronkie gives me change for the bus and I say I want to go to Centraal. The driver says it’s ok, I’m going there.

RacecarSultan’s Birthday Party

Another day, another attempt for shopping – in our preparations for Romania. Fortunately, we get the flower bulbs for some people and then something for mom. This should save the day!

Sailorboy and I get the tram to Olympiastadion and proceed to the boat. We retrieve the other guests of the RacecarSultan and himself on water swimming away. Small crowd, but very in the mood, shinny and enthusiastic. Seems like this day was made for tripping on water. Such sunny nice summer day for lovely Amsterdam. Surprising and fresh!

We’re hitting it off, first silently, then getting in some latino grove and ending up in screaming loud singing-along Andre Hazes. My mumblings try to imitate the Dutch speakers, as I lack the lyrics knowledge, but shouting along seems to be working fine!

We’re on small canals, big ones, need to take a left and a right and look ahead, traffic’s hot on water this day.. go along with the others, slow down, increase rhythm. The boating experience includes getting on the floor for avoiding a very low bridge. Serenading under bridges seems to work perfectly for acoustics.. or rather echo-sounds. Tirol yahooing included.

Anything works! Even dancing with high danger of falling. Sailorboy figured it out he needs to be in my way for falling in the water. My high heals and drinking attitude won’t help. From time to time we stop by a coffeeshop or just a bar to try the toilet. The lively people in the places looked like a scared zoo. The framework was twisted. We proceed.

The end of the ride is somewhere south. I lost track of places as soon as we get away from recognizable south. Anyhow, sounds like south! We retire on wooden benches after an attempt to ease inventory count by one fine bottle of wine. RacecarSultan just thinks it’s funny scoring one in our way to the toilet, I do magic and the bottle ends up in my bag. At the end the lost bottle returns to the righteous owners, no dismay, just laughs. I’m hyper with dance-mood increasing, where Sailorboy decides to take me home for private entertainment. We surf the city to the other side back home. My deep sleep’s followed by a 4 o’clock perfectly awake remorse shot. I toss and turn to my coma sleep.

Uni Celebration

The moment we’ve all been waiting for has arrived. The moment for which we counted down, the triumph, fame and glory!! One year and a half of pain, sweat, suffering, sleepless night, much study done, sooo many projects, one huge life-sucking research, simple to complex assignments, just the right number of exams plus some extra accounting and some good presentations and group discussions. This resumes one and a half year of my life spent on my MBA and the reason for my presence in The Netherlands. Well, also that I just love this country.. but main reason was my study.

The count down was done end July and me and my colleagues started asking each other what the hell are we going to do with all that extra time?! We’re not used to having a life with lots of time to enjoy, relax, rest, think about anything and even – mind you!! – watch films!! What are our friends, families, boyfriends think of us when coming home early.. the utility and sense of purpose for ourselves decreased significantly towards the time we were done.. though the sound of celebration is so sweet!!

For the last class we haunted down our teacher to let us leave early supremely promising to have a short tiny break. I suppose he wanted to ditch us as well. Joy joy everywhere, we were able to settle at the café across the street and continue our feast. Oh, just slipped my mind, there was so much partying done.. before the class as well, had dinner, good talks, good jokes and enjoyed our pre-party. The one to follow included drinking. No glamour, just bliss.

To go along with the party fever, I jolly hopped around sailorboy and then we also went out. It’s supposed to be something, but apart from some dancing at this Latino place, all we did was wandering around in Amsterdam. Oh well, us with the Latino jewelfish and the Indian hairdiva at least had a good time!

Oerol Festival

Saturday
Woke up early in the morning to get the 3 connections right at the time. Forgot my nail polish, got a promise I’d get a better one there, all were crap!, forgot my monthly public transport subscription, needed to buy bus tickets, tant pis! My fingers just felt bad! Besides that, we got the bus, we managed to catch the train and get in time to this overwhelming bus where backpacks might have at any moment landed on your head. Got down in Haarlingen all safe and had some sort of a brunch while waiting for the speed ship. Speedy there takes 1 hour, big slow mamma take 2 hours to get there. That’s TerSchelling, the 3rd Dutch Island up north. On Speedy ship I needed to read instructions more times just to figure it out that water might be cold enough to kill me, enough reading!! Upon arriving on the island, we tried to look for bikes to rent. Though a big non-welcoming sign said: NO BIKES to rent, REALLY!! We just needed to ask – that was, just as the other 6 people we saw doing the same time. Needed to take the bus again. What joy!

The camping seemed quite attractive with the big tent set up. We could only start our relaxing time. What shall we do, sailorboy?! We hit it on to the ticket camp. All people were on the bikes. The other people walking seemed idiots and doomed to their idiotness of walking for hours and hours. I was happy with walking. But soon started to sombre up at the idea of people biking around me and showing disrespect, dismay and other dis-words. It must be a 13th!!To our discontent, there were more dis-downturns of the ticketing option. All the night’s shows were sold out, so we tried to make it happen at the Shipwreck museum/bar/club next to our camping. Got tickets for other 3 shows though – Yay!

Sunday
Another day, we should be in luck! We found some bikes with the supreme promise to be able to change them when time is right and all those annoying tourists would have gone home. We got some biking done on the coast, just along the dried up water. Such a unique phenomena! The tide makes the water swollen up or the beach stay dry.. the ships on sand just look ridiculous..

So I got some other phobia and we needed to get on land again.. saw some good wind apparel though. There were all kinds of recipients or just cords lined up so they’d make magical sounds.. seemed brilliant to me!! Needed to get back to the bike shop, my ass was killing me! Fortunately, I could get a better bike, so could sailorboy! All settled! Oh, no, besides my most strange allergy!! I never get allergies!! This one was just making me sneeze and drop liquid from my eyes and nose all the time.. must have been some delayed reaction to the season.. besides that, everything was perfect. The beach and the sun and sailorboy..

We moved on to another beach, the Green beach – they call it like this cause the sand’s greenish!! Fantastic! There we saw this French band of some Balkan gipsy weirdo’s playing all including 2 saxophones at the same time!! It was insane, it was mad, it was energy jumping all around and the crowd getting high on it, the best zoo I’ve ever seen. The singer had a karaoke belt which said – lalalalalalalalalala, which he actually made us sing along. It was most entertaining. Such good karma! To end the show they got down to the public and sang and danced some more. We then had an amazing night at another huge tent with totally dementia music from the ‘60s I suppose.

Monday
Woke up feeling bliss. God bless the weather, there were such nice sunny days, with good kind wind. We did some more biking around the island. We biked till a point where we could only walk. We then did a lot of walking about to the end of the island, where due to time constraints, we couldn’t reach. Maybe some other time.. the endless beach with no one but us was amazing!! Then got to Verhaalboer, or the story peasant. A Belgian play of short stories said in your own headsets. The actors were making all the sounds, while about 8 of us were gathered around an output to which headsets were connected to. All in the middle of nowhere. And the stories were so damn funny and strange and hilarious and unexpected!! Most respectable.

Got to do some more biking, then we came to another side of the island. Checked out the War – another play with teenager actors. Their enthusiasm was such an upper. Too bad the play was not in their favour. With sailorboy dreaming away bored to hell, we decided to leave the premises.

Tuesday
We actually try to do something, it felt right not to. Did a lot of sleeping though, missed few concerts.. it just felt so right!! Got on our bikes again towards night time. We were about to see Liquid space 6.1 – some modern dance with some fantastic robot in the nearby forest. It all seemed overrated when few girls is white creepy costumes were making pregnant-women sounds, twisting and tossing on no music.. felt the immediate need to walk away. Retired to the nearby Shipwreck, our endless crush place, as the name indicates. No actually it was a real museum among others.

Wednesday
We decided to actually see that museum after brunch. We then packed our bags. Showtime. We got ourselves on the Green Beach with our huge backpacks. Well, at least sailorboy’s backpack was huge! Did some sing-along to Blof, climbed on a wall to see it all, ‘cause I couldn’t fancy us trying to get through a friendly crowd to let us in front with the mammoth backpacks. Had some last beers on the island, lounged on the grass and got ready to go. Skipped back to our lovely home. Our first holiday together, no incidents, all magical!!

The Presidents of The United States of America

Ne intalnim la Leidseplein care cu care, ca niciodata nu-s toti.. si mergem in cautarea restaurantului indonezian.. pe una dintre stradutele supraaglomerate de restaurante din jur. Suntem 3 baieti si 3 fete, eu sunt cea mai tanara pana la 50-shi cel mai batran si mergem sa vedem The Presidents of The United States of America, ca au fost copilaria mea si tineretile lor. Dar inainte, bagam un indonezian.. n-am stiut niciodata ca e asa ieftin – gen 7 pana in 10eur. Nici daca vrei nu poti sa dai mai mult de 12eur.. cat 3-4 beri LoL. Mi-am adusa minte ca betivii calculeaza costul de oportunitate in beri, cat un cocktail, na! Ah, nici asta nu era bine! Cat juma de carte! Cat un makiaj ieftin, cat un Vogue Italy sau un strippenkaart.

Nici nu stiu ce pot sa mananc la indonezian. Fac un rezumat din cemananca ceilalti si imi comand ce-si ia cel mai de incredere. Ce condimentat e, mai vreau o bere! Si radem de un tip ca cica cei care nu spun g-ul ca si can dar scuipa, da mai ushor, au coeficientul de inteligenta mai redus – spun studiile. Iar eu inocenta – ah, eu am auzit ca in sud vorbesc asa. Hahaha, zic ei, daaa! Exact! De acolo vine asta!! Da, mersi, zice el si se uita la mine de parca ar vrea sa-mi frece o farfurie indoneziana peste freza. Radem, glumim, da mai si bem – mergem la Belgica, ce mirare, un bar belgian unde poti bea bere belgiana. Da noi ca olandezii tot pe Heineken o tinem.. vedea-m-ar prietenul meu acuma! El numai bere belgiana ar bea toata ziua..

Se consti tuie ceea ce se numeste “pushculitza”. Fiecare pune 50eur de bautura si distractie. Si banii se dau mai departe, sa mai ia unu-altu cate un rand. Fiecare da cu randurile de bere. Am terminata ici, hai sa vedem si noi concertu. E full din nou in Paradiso!! Rockereala. Muzica tare, chitara tare si visele din copilarie la maxim pentru mine.. imi aduc aminte de printre primele video-uri de la Mtv. Eu sunt generatia Mtv. Acuma s-a stricat totu, da inainte era asa frumos sa te uiti juma de zi la Mtv – chiar dadeau muzica, acuma numai reality show-uri.. pff… Deci hai cu rockereala! Unu dintre noi descopera can u-i place muzica.. cum, frate?! Da atunci de ce ai venit la concert? Pai nici n-am ascultat ce mi-ati dat voi linkuri, da am zis ca e gemelli cu voi!! Ce idiot!! Zice alalalt! Ai dat si bani, fraiere!! Alta data sa te uiti, ca daca imi place mie nu-i o garantie – vad, zice primul..

In fine, ne place, ne place! Concertul se termina, sunt si ei ushor obositi, sunt batrani oamenii, da tot in aceeasi formula! Noi nu chiar, asa ca mai bagam niste beri la alt bar, tot cu banii din pushculitza. La sfarsitul serii mai raman 5eur de toata pushculitza si se cara fiecare pe la casele lui..