“Let me introduce you to the people: the girls are Lana, Yomick, Bru and Alea, the boys are Pit, Angel, Ber, and Zap. The other one is Ea. Ea is not defined, you can call him or her whatever way you like. We simply call Ea, Ea.”
Fantastic crew! I like them all! I start by kissing the girls, and hugging the boys, then I stop in front of Ea. Ea seems to realize my confusion and he/she first hug me, then kiss me. In the middle of us, over a square, little indented, little twisted piece of masonry of the size of a small table, there’s an open barrel of around 50 liters of something. Hanging around it, a variety of drinking containers lay also: a horn, a glass, a teacup, a mug, a wooden vessel. I’m offered something that looks like out of a souvenir shop, since it’s quite baroque and it depicts the message “Frankfurt” written in gothic letters. Without doubting a second I sink it in the barrel, and I bring it full to my lips. My throat burns. Is it the cone I just ate?
“I propose a toast!” Red takes the mug, and does the same gesture I just did. The others repeat the ceremony, one after the other, in a similar way. Red speaks when everybody is ready. “For LeBleu, the best challenge rider on Yellow Earth!”
“For LeBleu!” They shout. I quickly look around in the search of public, but the level of noise we’re generating doesn’t go so much above the background. We’re just a tear on a sea of sounds. Voices. Laughs. Other shouts. Clings, clashes. Over all I hear the drums coming from everywhere, their beats mixing up in the way only the drums can do, like in a conversation: one group beats, another answers. Drums in the dark. We’re in the middle of a relatively disperse crowd, but I seem to hear also people having sex close to us. Am I imaging it? I finally gulp the liquid in my glass, it’s first sweet, then sour, then something else. Tasty. Just what I needed after our long walk. Again I remember Adam. Where is he now? I try to speak.
“Tell me, Yellow, where do you watch the movies?” If they watch movies here, maybe they record them also, and I have always an urgent need of attention. The blonde girl looks at me, then to the dark haired Zap, that is now grabbing her waist. “There’s a viewing inside.” Zap says.
“Inside?” I point to the Tower, that shines now in a multitude of points, like in flames. The flames get more scarce the higher you look. Some of the faraway sparks seem to move up slowly, like crawling. Actually from here the Tower waves high above our heads, like a bamboo tree under heavy wind, but there’s no wind. A dimensional effect?
“Inside. Are you going to leave us so early?” Ea speaks. As an androgyne, his/her voice sounds very deep, so probably Ea was born a man. I can’t avoid but look to his (her?) crotch, and Ea seems to realize it. “If you leave, you’ll never know what I have here!” Ea says. It sounds like a challenge. But I don’t know if I will take this one. Besides, is it really a challenge, or is it what I want?