The Wall Crossers

Elke and Juergen and Dieter and Mattie

Elke's Perspective

My boyfriend Juergen brought me here, to this go go club, but has left me for now. I saw him leaving with two stranger girls just minutes ago. His sometimes friend, Dieter, has moved into the vacuum, is now all over me, his eyes intent, penetrating, hands gesturing, he is sweating, talking fast, grabbing at my wrists, the small of my back. We talk a while. He smells of old sweat covered by Oud perfume. This means he only recently arrived at the club and has not yet been dancing. He says he will get me a drink. He returns. I stare at it, swirl it. Taste... is bitter. I flick my eyes to his... worried?... but he looks away. Time passes. We talk. His eyes furtive, he asks me how I feel. I roll my eyes at his silly question, and say, "It's only one drink, Dee-tahh!"

Dieter leans against me, heavily, a rakish man with an air of disrepute. Maybe in his late 20s, he is physically imposing, has a strikingly powerful frame, stands tall at 6 feet. His wrists, I am certain, are thicker than my ankles! Short blonde hair frames a rough face that tells a story of resilience and endurance. Deep brown eyes reflect a young life but filled with harsh experience. Despite the roughness etched in his features, there's an undeniable vitality to his appearance. His attire, unconventionally relaxed, flows around his muscular physique, featuring vibrant, eclectic patterns that seem to dance with each movement. The clothes, while unique, seem to be an extension of his unyielding spirit, blending seamlessly with his formidable presence. Dieter's overall demeanor exudes a powerful blend of lived experience and an unbreakable spirit. His eyes, gleaming with greed and malevolence, seem to show sinister intentions. The set of Dieter's mouth and the furrows on his brow speak of a character accustomed to deceit, and maybe cruelty. His appearance is unsettling to me, combining a roguish charm with an unmistakable aura of danger and moral corruption. Dieter's posture is confident, yet predatory, as if he's always on the lookout for his next victim or opportunity. Despite his unsavory demeanor, there's something compelling about him, a charisma that is both fascinating and deeply unsettling. I feel a tingle, a tide rising, my body ready to dance with him and give him attention. So I might more easily forget about Anja.

As we move and sway and jerk now in the center of this crowded club, bumping against each other, the music pulsating through my veins, something peculiar begins to happen. My heartbeat syncs with the rhythm, and a wave of warmth washes over me. It's like stepping into sunlight after being in the cold for too long. I close my eyes for a moment, savoring this unexpected, enveloping comfort.

The people around me, once just part of the scenery, suddenly seem so vivid, so real. Their laughter feels like a shared secret, their smiles infectious. I find myself moving towards them, drawn by an inexplicable magnetism. The world feels softer, kinder.

Colors are brighter now, as if the room has been repainted while I wasn't looking. The lights above shimmer like stars, casting a kaleidoscope of hues on the faces around me. And the music, oh, the music! It's not just sound anymore; it's a living, breathing thing that I can feel in my bones.

Dieter so beautiful now. Every touch is amplified, sending ripples of pleasure through my skin. People brush against me as they dance, and each contact leaves a trail of warmth. I'm floating on these sensations, buoyed by an undercurrent of pure joy.

But it's not just the physical sensations. There's this profound sense of connection, an unspoken understanding with everyone here. It's as if barriers have dissolved, leaving us exposed in the most beautiful way. I want to talk to everyone, to understand their stories, their dreams.

My thoughts are like butterflies, flitting from one flower to another, never settling. The world is suddenly so fascinating, so full of possibilities. I laugh, a sound that bubbles up from deep within, pure and unforced.