Continuing with festivals

 The first show was NOiseCircus within the Klovnbuf festival (which to me seemed a great exercise for the performance, but reminded me too much of some other things I have seen to think it was also great for the audience) 

followed by Cabaret Tiffany at Dobimo se pred Škucem (which is their most popular evening every year).

Bluetrain

last stop: Coltrane.

Strolling

into the old part of the city, getting tapped on the shoulder by Dr. Who, who whisks me off into the 1920s. Cocktails and wild swinging (no silly, the dance) all night, and waking up the next morning in a large and empty bed in the 21st century.

A guy

who seems to be always more than willing to plunge headfirst into anything he believes in. Hats off to people like this.

It is always

very theatrical with this guy.

Student

fashion show. As you have probably noticed I don't often go to fashion shows, but every now and then, for a change, I will say why not. 

When will I see you again?

is the question the two of them asked. So did I (not now, but sometime in the past). I bet that you also  posed this question in your past, maybe on a sunny day as you watched a really cute girl step off the underground platform and onto the Piccadilly line, not turning back, because she didn't know you from Adam, or on a grey and gloomy day as your beloved waved with tears in her eyes before stepping onto that plane, promising she will be back soon, or maybe on a rainy day when you were freshly in love and held hands all day long and didn't want to let go, but you knew you have to, ...

Where else

would you find a saxophone player, if not hugging his sax under the streetlights in the middle of the night.

Life

is a cabaret, old chum. And apparently it is red.

Am I becoming

a noise lover? Or is noise becoming softer?

Goldfish

seem to be quite arty. It is not the first time I saw one wondering around an art exhibition