A SMALL TALE OF A SMALL REALITY BUT ALAS BY JOVE IT ROCKS

Four cuban exchange students, 3 thais, 1 out of slovakia, one romainan, one italian, a slovenian have for the last three months be living and studying in viborg. thats basicallly it. the transport. the stratification. they have been hosted and they have hosted. no surprise, the cuban exchange students fired up the remains of the old school socialistic romantics. the laid back back bona fide ethnic joy de vivre, the rythm, the dance, the...in other words...the salsa, the salsa nights, the salsa events the four cubans organized, were local cultural highlihts. and not without reason, as Retroville per se is desereted from anything with a ryddim!
What I want to say? I want to say that tonight was the last salsa night of three. Everybody is leaving anyone always. But I was there to bid my farewells. I was there to drink, I wasnt there, as it turned out that I would be, to surpress the tears or to dance.
About 60 people had gathered tonoght for this last dance. The cubans had been living with, the thais had, the slovakians had, the italieans had and the slovenian had. For three months they had been living with us, in the houses, bed-nesting and shaking their scary tanned asses to the wet dream riddim of the predominant caribiean dream. But nonetheless...They there were, the cubans on stage, stating their farewellss and appreciation, the open hearted yet limited linguistic far cry. But Oh Lordie, how we cried, and oh my, how the shit worked: For a minute there or more, the beers to come, the rum, the beauty of their farewell, the feeble but consious strive to grap globalization, the momental feel of control, the return of youth and idealism, the going going gone lust of kitchen and houses and favourite gardens. I swallowed. The shit worked. It was real, adresses was exchanged, hugs and kisses and sincere plans of more travels, of small revolutions: Me, wrapping up yet another apartment for a short term project felt right, bonded with the thai, because going to Thailand I wanna look as thai as I can thai get, I baffled, I borrowed I blurred the world, the systems, the random factors dispite, the beers, the last jack I shouldnt have downed, the kareookee song I should never do, but I do, and I dont care, the samll stuff that means stuff that is the only stuff that will ever mean stuff and the only way that you will ever make sense of suff: I mean, I cried: I drowned in my tears, I drowned between A and B and the alphabet have never been enough, its just a small tale of a small reality thats rocks.