TRANSHUMANCE @VEGA

Tonight, we’re going to Vega. I had asked to a Danish girl what were the good clubs in Copenhagen. Vega was one of them, according to her. I buy some beers at (one of) the 7-eleven of Roskilde. 65dkk for six beers. I still cannot believe it. I buy 12 beers, Marie will take three. We lock our bike to the station. I don’t pay for the train, I begin my first beer. Could have been unusual to drink in the train, but not. We arrive at Korallen. People still are having dinner. During the party, many people arrive, which is for me a reason to be satisfied. I don’t know why. Maybe I’ll feel less lonely or something. We talk about Facebook. The name of the site is written with chalk on the wall not painted yet, surrounded by photographs of former exchange students. I drink my second, then my third beer. Some Spanish and Italian guys are drinking cheap vodka with the local Canada Dry. I get one glass for me.

It’s late, we are going to miss the train. We hurry a bit, each one brings his personal alcohol with him. It’s September, but it’s cold outside. I don’t want to think about the winter which is coming. We make a lot of noise, we take the train. We make more noise. Some people take photographs. The Danes on their seat are not disturbed, not afraid, but something between the two. Copenhagen. I hadn’t been here since my girlfriend is gone. Thirteen days, too long. We go on the right, which is the wrong way. Then we go back, on the left. Ten minutes of walk to the club. We speak in European languages, we sing, some guys go to pee behind unlucky cars. We finish or throw away our drinks, come into the club. I meet some French guys. Don’t remember how. I get a vodka tonic, I don’t remember how. We just, visit. There are several dance floors. It’s hot in here. I mean, in just a few minutes, we all are sweating. We all dance. I need to pee. I look for the restrooms. I meet a French guy. We talk a bit; he’s in Copenhagen for holidays. Two Danish girls come to us:

“Hey guys! We heard you talking; you’re not Danish are you?”

“Yes, actually we’re French”

“Don’t you want to go outside with us?”

The other French guy agrees. I show the girls I’m not seduced by this idea.

“Ow… Come on, my friend here thinks you’re very sweet”

“Hmm… Ok, I just go to the restrooms before.”

“Yes! We wait for you!”

I escape to the toilets. A few minutes later I walk quite fast to avoid the two Danish girls. They see me. Friendly and comprehensive look from the French guy. Yes, done. I join my friends. Then, just, dancing, intriguing Danish people because of our language, dancing on sofas, screaming, falling on the floor… Going back much too late for me to Roskilde. Buying sandwiches at (one of) the 7-eleven because I’m soooo hungree, reading a mail from my girlfriend, smiling, answering something as short as sincere because I’m still drunk, and sleeping, deeply. Tomorrow, which means in 14 hours, there’s a Costumes party.