Розовый фламинго

Is staring at me.

So stupid.

Look at its silly head.

Acidly pink or should I say fadly… magenta?

All is so stylish and hip around here.

People are talking photos.

Just like me. I took a photo of a stupid flamingo and now entertain myself looking at it.

Looking at people.

Listening to what people say.

Languages…

Polish… Russian… Ukrainian

Why do people from Belarus and Ukraine have such good music taste.

I just realized that. Most similar music tastes of mine were shared by my countrymates who were hipsters.

We share the same longitudes and latitudes.

And in some parts, astrology.

Uranus

Neptune

Pluto

This people drink craft beers and buy concert merch.

Just like rich people do.

Or people who don’t feel petty about money and like meaningful stuff.

Фликер.

Сейчас я начну свой список 10 признаков как определить белоруса в толпе.

But maybe I am wrong and I just would like to think that way.

Same way I did with the nerka from Fidan.

I thought it’s Rawan’s but well

I was wrong. Yet Rawan has a similar nerka.

I already have her shoes on anyway.

“Тебе подходит по стилю. Рокер хиппи»

Hippy rocker.

Black faux leather

Colorful patters

Total fushion of unfusable

It looks hippy.

Meanwhile the terrace where the pink flamingo exhibit is filling up with smoke.

Raindrops and smoke.

The sound of the rain soon will fade in the loud punk rolls of Viagra Boys.

I don’t need a merch, a proper suit or anything tbh to enjoy them.

Perhaps a pair of ears and a pair of eyes.

And now I am more confused about what language my neighbors table is talking.

Interesting.

I am in the perfect spot to observe that all and swallow it like sponge doing my little notes.

I am a true field sociologist.

Observing punk rock concert crew in the smoking zone yet I am not smoking.

More characters appear on my stage.

Maybe they are from Belarus? Lithuania or Latvia. Or Moldova. Or Ukraine.

IPAs.

И русская речь.

I can recognize some part of language but not all.

Plastic flowers.

Fake plastic watering can

For a fake Chinese plastic plant

In a fake plastic world

I need to go to a Radiohead show.

And I will.

And then I will be telling my children about that experience.

Just like I will tell them about this guy who I met first at the crossroads, where he opened and spilt half of his first beer.

Then he got himself a hotdog in zabka.

Just as I was getting mine.

And then the rain started.

And so we were standing in front of zabka and having a small hot dog talk.

Hot dog talk.

I shall call a podcast that way and record it at the zabkas around Poland in random places traveling and starting a conversation with anyone who gets a hotdog.

My billion dollar idea.

Zabka will pay me since their hotdog sales will skyrocket and polish celebrities will want to be my guests.

But I will not know them. For me they will remain unknown cause I don’t follow who’s popular in Poland.

Popular doesn’t interest me.

There are more and more people coming in. Surrounding pink flamingo. The same company that now I think is talking Finnish has been approached twice already. And they are just sitting quietly and enjoying their beer.

And now they are together.

Company one and company two merge.

Amazing.

Mars in Aries

Just do it.

Meet people at the gigs.

All of them speak the same language.

We have that in common

The language of people who like Viagra Boys.

Even if I like only one song.

(Okay… More…)