What to say about monday night...
As much as i am tempted to share everything... there is no way.
I dont remember that much anyways ;)
What i can give you are bits and pieces.
Try to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
Rawane, Zeina, And Nour (Dania's friends) finally got to Berlin . (Yes, we know it's confusing
that there are two Rawanes and two Zeinas.. What are the odds)
Now we were seven.
We went out.
We went all out.
Beer botttles in hand.. and sometimes wine.
Club de visionnaire.
We chilled. We drank. More beer. More wine.
Music. House music.
On the floor.. the dance floor.. or was it the bathroom floor?
Italian guy. Sweet Italian guy. Love was in the air.
Brazilian guy. Fabio. Little mustache. Chose the big hair. A stripper. Samba. Yes, A stripper.
Argentinian Guy. A blond for the blond. Hello Argentina ;)
English guy. Bald. Little box. A secret box. A box for his hair. (What?!) Not a stripper. Yet, he
5 am: Home.. sweet.. un-air-conditioned home.
"Sleep is commercial."