IT IS FOUR 'O CLOCK AT NIGHT

It is four o’ clock at night and I cannot find sleep. Better to get up and search my way back to dreamland behind the computer.

The bed…

Time ago a bride and groom asked to describe the most beautiful place on earth for their wedding as a gift. No doubt because they wanted to have their holiday destinies for the next thirty years. My text cannot have helped much. Here it is:

'THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PLACE ON EARTH.

It depends on which mood I am in.

A very nice place was Saô Miguel (island in the Azores). That was because I was there with a beautiful person. I saw everything through pink sunglasses. And then it is always good to be on an island. She could not escape…

Stromboli, another island, is maybe better. It is a working volcano. You are more aware of beauty, because every day can be the last to see the sun rise next to Strombolicchio. It is an every day duty to enjoy.

Barcelona? No way. I live here. I see clearly the bad sides and the routine (put the garbage outside, walk the dog, do the dishes, buy new laces for old shoes, talk to the neighbours about the noise).

Maybe the most beautiful place on earth is the one where I’ve never been and never will go to.

Atlantis! Here you will never find out that the water under the shower turns cold while your hair is still with shampoo. But...

I choose for the bed. All that one can find there is good company or a crossword puzzle; it’s up to you what you want and if you close your eyes, you can experience the most incredible events.

Not long ago during the night I met my old friend Jan, dressed in leather pants with flowers embroidered on his bottom. He wore a wild velvet shirt and told me Wanda Werner was a slut. All this took place in one of the P-bars of Amsterdam. Time is relative, past events and thoughts can be decorated with people from the present. Everything can be organized as desired.

Advantage of the bed too is, that it is never full or too fully booked. You are the boss.

The trip to it can be preceded by a plate of spaghetti alle vongole, French fries or a babi pangang. Even that is a piece of cake and it is quite cheap all together.

A last hint: if you get bored, just throw a hand of nails between the sheets.

P.S.: I do not include a photo, the sheets are not very clean and a dreamed bed is twice as nice.'

So much for the wedding present. I am still too awake to get back to bed, let's look over the side of it.

The bed is situated in my dream city: Venice. 

An important caracteristic of Venice is that you can see it as an promessed Atlantis. Enjoyment is a must like Stromboli, only wetter. 

One night I hope to be sailed through the quiet canals by a beautiful woman. She stands behind me, I cannot see her. She soflty hums songs to herself. She sails me to her palace and we share the four-poster bed.

It’s time to get between the sheets again. Let's see if she is waiting there for me…

I take this transport to get there (click on transport to take the same). 

Barcelona, Oktober 2016.