Phone calls from wifes and girlfriends

Early in a morning, especially on Sundays, the base where we keep our rickshaws is definitely taken to another dimension or maybe even a higher mystical level. Entering an altered state of consciousness many of us become Übermenschen. Superman Alex (he´s a geezer), Frenchie, Billy, Hungarian Brotherhood, Immortal Fans of Vallenato and many other Little Big Men drift away in search of meaning of life or maybe quite on contrary, to try to forget what is this actually all about... Incredible, true stories, quips, banters and wisecracks, nutters, lost and promiscuous female clubbers and even true artists whirl around like colorful, exotic butterflies amongst vivid and withal exotic flowers. Rickshaws´soundsystems emit beats, hands transmit joints and bottles, wise conversate, fools laugh, nuts go nuts. Time passes quickly and suddenly mobile phones start to twitter. ¨Don´t go!¨ - a friend stops me. ¨Why not?¨ ´Let´s stay and drink!¨ Showing me his mobile he adds: ¨My battery got flat and no one has a nokia charger but that´s all right cause my girlfriend can´t call me!¨