Sunday, October 9, 2022
Saturday, October 8, 2022
Trip Down Memory Lane
Oh Shit!
I Remember
While in army service, civil outfit and clean cut hair but the eyes filled with the ganja I had out of a downtown café in Berlin, heading on foot to whatever improvised underground party I just had heard about through a flyer glued at ZoologisherGarten’s subway.
Only to meet there a eastern spy under whose charming spell I’d fall. And then nights of what was simple get-to-know each other, or so I thought.
To an extent wich caused me quite a scrutiny from the allied forces. He was a known eastern agent, after all. Known to them in another way than he was to me… Just an exotic adventure on my side, more of an entry to the French army PC for him/them. I guess he got the entryway, just not the one he had hoped for :-)
His name was Aleksander, quite well trained at acting gay alike in bed. Managed to offer me the best bottle of Coteaux du Layon 1964, pure nectar (my birth year, he had gone through my credentials obviously).
I was forbiden to make contact with him ever again. Though of course I never ceased to wonder what’s become of him. Shame on those officials that can have that grip on you when you’re young.
Remains the music, powerful trigger of whatever memories we do not even know we stored.
And I’m still willing to dance and shake my 20 y/o bones to that music.
Cheers!
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