A dark room.
Intense flashing lights in the various shades of purple.
Minimal techno beats were pounding through my eardrums
when a stream of euphoric melody flowed in my head.
A dark room of bodies with individual movements,
yet all synchronized to the steady rhythm.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Expressions not on their faces but in their thoughts.
I was in another reality, a different dimension of the world.
Outside of the warehouse was a carnival.
Fire breathing and dancing around us.
Ponds, sands, sofas, logs, hammocks.
A pizza stand, a candy store, a photoautomat, a teledisco.
A massage parlor?
I was in Sisyphos, a nightclub in Berlin.
I never fully appreciated techno until then. It makes sense in Berlin.
Berlin during the day is vast and empty. It’s an underpopulated city with alternative people. It doesn’t overwhelm your senses like other exotic destinations. You just feel the emptiness quietly sitting around, with occasional noise passing by.
When the night falls, Berlin comes to life. Empty beer bottles on the street. People’s pockets full of ecstasy. Everyone’s in a casual outfit to dance the day and night away. The party goes on for eternity. In a twisted way, Berlin’s nightlife is probably the closest experience to heaven, should there be one. A Dionysian heaven.