wish u were here

As I am writing down these lines, I find myself in a city that’s not my own. It’s the city my father was born – does this make it my hometown as well? It sure doesn’t feel like one to me… I like it here, though. I like the sea, I like the relaxing vibe out in the streets, I like the fact that everything’s just a walk away from where I am now. Oh, yes… where I am now…

It’s a luxurious room in a five star hotel. From where I am standing right now I cannot see the bathroom – it’s too far in the back corner. In the bathroom, I could easily launch an orgy with one female soccer team, substitutes included. I have my own hi-fi system, an enormous tv set with brand new movies on the menu, a dsl connection, a majestic view and a mini bar so filled it could take the thirst out of the salvation army. Everything’s been paid by someone else and at the wee wee small hours of the morning I sense a quietness that’s not been familiar to me in ages. It’s smoothing and it’s rewarding, if you are willing to stay awake as the night lights fade away…

Tomorrow I will have a ridiculously variable breakfast, I will go to the airport to welcome some interesting people from abroad and, meanwhile, I can see lots of challenging movies. Furthermore, I am already invited in some highly anticipated parties and, to top it all, David Holmes is djing on Friday evening…

So, will I sound too ungrateful, if I say that I’d rather be back home? Or anywhere closer to you, for that matter?...