two couples of lovebirds. Sophie and Wolfgang ...
but also Kuno ... and Monica. Monica had come
back to Kuno. And Branko came up with some
LSD trips. I had taken a trip before, living in the
dorm. Together with Sophie and Branko. One with
a Donald Duck print on some mini blotter paper.
And it had been a really great trip. First we had
been for a swim, then a game of miniature golf,
had a few beers and then we swallowed it.
Unlike Branko and Sophie and I had prepared
myself a bit. Like reading Doors of Perception
and Heaven and Hell by Aldous Huxley.
After about half an hour, everything became
a bit strange, much more newer. I was sweating
enormously, and laughing uncontrollably. Nothing
compared to hash. Even the most natural and
obvious things were seen in a different light.
Music was unbearable, so intense. For hours
Sophie only had attention for an empty scaffold
next to the window. Branko and I started preparing
some food. Well, it wasn't easy. We lost ourselves
completely in shapes. To peel a potato would reveal
some shape, that one way or another had to come out.
