Part II - A comedic portrait of a trashy cabaret with three travelling panties meeting a snake and its dream.
Many moons ago during my student days I started of working at a bar / restaurant as a doorman on evenings with live music. As it goes you become friends with colleagues and customers. I started getting along with a guy until one night he found out I was born in the year of the snake. He told me straight his best friend was also born in the year of the snake and he could not deal with another one in his life. Perplexed, I insisted on an explanation. His theory: All the animals in the Chinese calendar were chosen because of the frequency the universe spun that year. These animals live on the same frequency. Some very high, some low. Others fast and others slow. Like waves on a heart monitor machine. Mine passes through and connects with them all at some point. Other years will be parallel for a while and then move away again: Twelve different frequencies or waves along the same line of life.
I have thought of this many times since and have found some truth in it. Some people you get along with straight away, others take time. Some leave your life forever and other stay right next to you or at a distance. The animals: Well a chicken today is a commercial animal. It feeds us as a special Sunday roast or a fast food takeaway. The dog is a trusted friend we keep on a leash or let run free and feed. Last year’s dragon we are all drawn to. The mysterious animal we are not sure exists, but we would like to know...Just look at the people you know around you, you will be surprised if you start comparing them to the twelve.
On an excursion with the travelling panties (their words not mine, and more about them later) I got convinced to hold and pose for a picture with a snake. I gave in, because what better way to end my year than face the animal most of us fear? The animal year I was born in, with my frequency (and usually great to get along with from behind a pane of glass). The last year of the snake I lost my job, lost 90% of my eyesight in 2 months through cataracts and my Dad had a stroke. It was a difficult year with some of the most beautiful memories of my life.
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