We walked to a different club, and this one was way more fun than the previous. The music was *much* better (although, being techno, its hard to explain why), as was the lighting. They had some cloth semi-transparent hanging things that they projected pretty lights onto. I got totally into it, just transported and blown away by the experience. It was one of the most surreal highs i have had without chemical aid. Wow. It was great. There was one particular sound they played on and off for about a minute that somehow grabbed me in the deep part of my brain, it triggered a reflex like nails on a blackboard (but not in a bad way, just in that same low-level involontary reflex way). It was a kind of high pitched chittering that literally made me shiver. I hadn't known that sound could have that effect.
Just a quick note of explanation for those who don't know much about techno or rave music. The "DJ" who plays a rave isn't just putting on CD's. The way it works is that the DJ is generating all the music you are hearing on the fly. He is creating techno live, setting up beats, modulating, flanging, distorting, playing random voice samples, weaving a spell over the crowd in realtime.
Although the place was great, we only dance for an hour or two because we were tired, then we headed back to the hostel for sleep.
On monday, the two canadians left. In the afternoon I had an interesting conversation at the Doner Kebab place where I was getting breakfast for everyone. I chatted with this turkish guy quite a bit. We talked about the world, about cities, about action movies. He said that he liked George Colony, and i was trying to figure out who the hell George Colony was, until he listed some movies and i realized he meant George Clooney. We moved on from there to talking about religion. He is a muslim, and he said that it was bad that I am an atheist. He thinks christianity is just fine, good to believe in, but believing in nothing is bad. I didn't want to get into a religious argument, so i was pretty vague. Then he started talking about his personal problems. He has a wife here, and has lived here for a couple years. He complained that she is a huge source of stress in his life, and he is miserable. I asked him why, and he said that she does cocaine and stuff and is really fucked in the head. He wants to leave, but they have a young kid, and he doesn't know what to do. doh. amazing the things that random foreigners will tell you.
I went out to look at the city with the two swedish guys, jimmy and matt. I had a great time talking to them about movies and other things. Their english was outstanding, and IUve found that most of human experience is universal. They watch lots of movies, except the ones that are banned in sweden (which is nothing like china, but worse than the US), and i told them that they should come visit me in california, and i would rent all the movies that they want to see that are banned in sweden and we would watch them. They may come to the states next year.
Later in the evening, D___ and Phyllis and I headed to this apartment that a friend of Phyllis's lives in. Well, not really a friend. See, Phyllis is a stripper back in australia, which I think is how she can afford to travel around the world for a year, and she met this guy Andrew from berlin who came to her strip club. he is out of town, but he said she and D___ could stay at his place and I tagged along, leaving my stuff at the hostel. Andrew's roomate Hans was there, and we chatted with him.
Hans suggested we go out for some wine, and that is where the wild night began.
Unfortunately I have to go now, so I'll leave you a cliffhanger. You will hear about Ahmed the egyptian waiter and the use of "Vils Du Hoita Abend Mit Meer Schlafen" later. I'll try to email the rest soon, maybe tonight (I will be taking it easy, not dancing, obviously!)
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