OUR MAN in EUROPE/dave delacroix/Part 6: The Bohemians.

Part 6: The Bohemians


As old as you get, traditional situations, recurr, never ending, punctuating your life-style "giving it" that style throughout your days. (I know: Wisdom-city!)

It's friday morning, hinting at noon, the "Tannus" Summer bounty is all around and presented on the long breakfast table in the Schloss's bounteous garden.

The characters in this scene (other than myself) are the Count (Herr Graff Alex von Ludwigshafen, Aristo - of course - and incidentally, an ex-Soccer star), Arnd (German name, pronounced, Aunt), musical instrument designer, including Mouth-harp, the beautiful Christiania (writer and translator) ...and Roland.
(Aside to the count) "Does anyone know what Roland does?"
No matter. An intellectual/fine mind of the first order.
....But! To "fruhstuck" (Breakfast) The sometimes overwhelming array of hams, cheeses, wursts, eggs, bread, fruit, schinkens, coffee/tea pots, Sec (Champers), etc., etc....

Personally, these gatherings...and as in this case, the morning after playing a concert (tack on late-after gig revelry) are here routine but it's all THIS boy can do to....to  crack a Bitburger and fire up a smoke, glad to see my German comrades have an appetite and are as festive as the night before.
(Yay! Sleepovers!)
Thus a serenity casts its spell over the breakfast scene and much chatter, the company quite oblivious to this picture for future bouts of nostalgia, leastways: for me.

A digest of the last night's concert is worked and re-worked; who was (playing) brilliant? Who sucked? Who was that blonde in the leather? Name? Phone number?... Phone number?
DOH!
Then to Politics, of course, the War (any one), showbiz, someone cracks a joke: POP! More Sec. POP! More Bitburger. Thus, the day will pass into late afternoon, one by one the company dispersing; hugs, hugs, hugs.

...I'm thinking I've spent my life with these - not necessarily "these" - but "these" Bohemians. We've teamed up. We've come and gone, we've passed in the night, we've jammed Music, recited Poetry, hung out, road-tripped, holiday-ed, et. al: the blood of my Life's veins.

Finally, I alone remain, surrounded by the garden, the breakfast table's disarray; Christiana has taken a parting photograph of just this scene.
Perhaps, I reflect, we'll post it on the inter-net...? But then, Ding-Dong! -the Schloss's doorbell. A girlfriend from last night's concert has arrived bearing Video footage of that action.
POP! A new bottle of Sec.
-laptops flip open.
POP! Another Bitburger.

Once more, dear friends, into the breach!


 Merzhausen. Aug 2010


c. 2010 dave delacroix/our man in europe