Like a bird over Buenos Aires

This is a story I experienced in the very last weeks in Buenos Aires. Basically nothing special happened that night but I have one of the strongest memories of that night.

It began when I was meeting Clara and a friend of her in a Pub in Palermo Hollywood. It was a very nice Pub. It was a mixture of classic but very modern. With a huge bar in the front and a sweet little garden, with sofas, outside in the back. We went there recently pretty often, because we (Dan and I loved the clientele, the girls there where absolutely breathtaking). And the prices weren’t too bad. So I met the girls there and we picked up Dan later at his place. The girls and I drunk a lot that evening. I introduced Master Blaster first to the two then later to the whole bar (no one knew what it was so the barkeeper was a bit surprised and the very excited about it. Well, well, I think he didn’t believe me that Germans drink that out of 0.5l glasses but what does he know?! After 2 hours of drinking and looking for the eye candies we made our way outside. This time it was special, I drove with friends in a car through Buenos Aires, not like always with a smelly cub driver. Okay, the driver was the drunkest of all of us but she seemed to do that quite often so I didn’t care. And as well, the cars in Buenos Aires drive very slowly and carefully with a lot of attention to the traffic. Or not? I didn’t care. I was drunk!!!

So we got into that little but modern car to pick up Dan at his place. It was a perfect night. Warm and cozy. The music choice was a bit strange. Frank Sinatra? Oh, come on. I know he had some good songs, but in a car while driving through the city? I don’t know. My feelings will change very soon.

After picking Dan up we all where sitting in that car, the windows wide open, Sinatra was singing as he never sang before. The flashing lights of the buildings were passing my eyes. The wind out of the window I felt strong on my checks. My left arm was flying like a bird in a summer storm outside the windows. My fingers were playing with the warm air as I was playing the piano. I saw the people on the streets, some of them were looking at us, while we were singing with Franki. I closed my eyes from time to time to let the music go right into me. I felt the music. I felt every note. Every now and then I looked to the two girls in the front and to Dan right next to me. They all felt the same. We were flying! Flying high above everything. Our minds were wightless, our bodies stayed back on the ground but our thoughts and dreams were higher then ever before. I saw the city from above. I saw the little streets of Buenos Aires. I saw red lights mixing with yellow lights. I saw buildings passing underneath me fast and unreconisable. I felt the air in my hair and on my face. What was it that I was concerned about today, what are the difficulties I will have in the future? I couldn’t remember. I was a bird. Birds don’t have sorrows. Birds are flying. And so did I.

The warm feeling inside me was stronger then ever. This is my life! This is what I wanted. I felt free. I felt like I can do what ever I want just by wishing it. This sensational lightness was overwhelming. I thought that I have to keep that feeling inside my heart. I have to. U don’t have these moments too often in your life. They hit u unexpected and rarely. The trick is to hold them, to tie them to your soul. The next time u fell down u can loosen that feeling a bit to taste it again, but don’t loosen it too much, u want to keep it for a while. Just to taste that sweet taste of flying.

I know it sounds a bit strange reading these lines. It’s hard to understand and it’s hard to write what I felt this night. Why did I write these lines? I don’t know. It is so much fun to write about things like this. If u haven’t tried to write down special moments, I give u this advice: try it! It makes u feel sooo good. Because u can have the feeling again without loosening it. And just because of writing this I feel better. I went through that special night again, even if it was just in my memories.