So, while wandering through the heel of the boot, in south Italy, I would get a ride with some caravan driven by these tekno freaks, cheeks covered with piercings, huge speakers installed on the ceiling, speed beats, heads banging against the glove-box, some sniffs, and soon we would reach the port of Brindise where we would meet another caravan people, some more sniffs inside the ferry, some turbulence, and after reaching Durres, in Albania, we would follow north, in the pursuit of Lake Shkodra, a lake situated on the division between Albania and Montenegro. And so, yeah, it would be there, on the shores of this same lake, Montenegro side, that the caravans would join other caravans, and all together would form what was being called “the first teknival of our Balkan tour”… this is, not only caravans but also, big and small tents would get spread through the area, some as an extension of the roulotts, others independently, and pitches for the sound-systems would be installed here and there… and then, as if there was some kind of secret summon, people from the surrounded areas would come by, and night after night a versatil mix of acid techno, drum n’ bass and digitek-heavy metal would bomb until dawn… and so, as the first rays of natural light came by, weird glitch sounds would be propagated through the area… a certain kind of sounds that certainly were merging with the sappy and sticky flora inhabiting around this same lake, producing some kind of colorful mousse… And then, after this Lake Shkodra experience, we would go east towards Serbia and afterwards, by the border area with Kosovo, we would surpass a series of bunkers demarking militar areas from wars not so old. And thus, after some stops here and there paying visits to the so said bunker-temples, we would follow in the direction of Romania where we would do our next big stop… and so, it would be right close to the Braşov caste that we would elevate our next teknival… a meeting point of east and west caravans… this is, beyond French and Italian caravans, also there would be some local caravans, plus some Turkish, Georgian and Bulgarian ones… and so, when it comes to music, the result of this encounter it came to be some kind of arabesk speedcore with drum n’ bass and balkan beats crossover… and again, in the morning, sticky glitch sounds coming from future soundsystems attached to any country or flag… and so, it was here, there, that in the middle of the night the gypsies would come, mounting their horses and mules… they invaded our pitches, wandered around the area, stole some stuff from a couple of tents, and then, they would come by and mess up with the djs… and so, on the next morning, we would dismount everything and abandon the area… and then, we would go across Hungary and Slovenia where some more camps would be set up and after this, the caravans would split, this is, some would go in the direction of Vienna, and some would continue in the direction of Warsaw… and I… I would not follow one or the other faction, alone, I followed straight, and without knowind, I would end up in the southlands of Czech Republic, still with that gear on my back, this is, a mutant xylophone, some cymbals, and a portable rhythms machine I had adquired from the teknival guys. And so, after some street playing in the cities of Brun and Jihlava, I would come to Prague with the intuit of visiting an artist friend that was mounting an exhibition at the Karlin studios, a complex of old factories into studios converted, and so, after meeting my friend Lukas, the painter-performer, he would present me to his friends, cheap artists of many kinds, water-dog trainers, cockroach cooks, etc. And so, during the day I would stay with the guys at the Karl studios, and during the night, I would wander, looking for places to play on the streets, and after some tries in the city center, I finally found a place that I thought to be my place, a small balcony at the entrance of the Most Legi, this is, the Legion Bridge, just on the other side of the National Theatre, and so, here I would instal my percussion set night after night, and when I say percussion set, I say a bamboo xylophone, a small drum machine, some cymbals, a portable amplifier and some quaint teddy bears that could talk chinese, but only at random figures of time. And so, after all installed on the floor, I would start programing some fast beats in the drum machine and then, I would add some effects to it, and just then I would pick up the drumming sticks (mallets) and begin hitting, this is, I play the xylophone and the cymbals intermittently, cymbals that are armed with contact mics, and from time to time, I also hit some electronic pads armed with strange samples of ducks quarrying, sirens, dogs barking, people clapping and whistles from samba music, for example. And so, as the night extends, some of the people coming from the bridge´s deck are already approaching my performance, some taking fotos, some enjoying their drinks, some trying to speak with me, not many, and some even give me coins and drinks and tricks. And later, some guys and girls would dance, and some others would even try to accompany me, banging on the rails from the bridge and screaming nonsense. While others would install themselves on my side, knees on the floor, and I would give them some sticks(mallots) and let them play on the extra parts of my set. This is, we all struggled to accompany the extra fast techno beats I have programmed in the machine. And so, at the end of the night, the last ones staying with me, I would take them back to the Karlin Barracks, where my friend Lukas was presenting his exhibition night and day. And so, night after night, he would roll on the floor, over his paintings, and then, we all would hit the gardens of the hill around the Petřínská rozhledna, a steel-framework tower resembling the Eiffel Tower, a smaller version of it. And so, later, while skating through the high grass around that tower, uphill downhill, I would meet this greek girl named Agapi, curly hair running up her ass, big breasts, and so, with her I go down, mounted on big snails, and once we reach the valley, we find some wardrobe standing slanted against the trunk of some tree, and inside this wardrobe we find brand new bed sheets, still folded up, and then, we decide to get covered by this bedsheets. And so, in this preparation, we advance in the direction of the river, and just now, as we advance, she confess that actually she is French, but from Cretan origins, and then, she would say that Zeus, the father of all gods and humans was born in Crete, and “it was there, that secretly he copulated with the beautiful nymph Europe, the one that gave the name to our continent… and it was also there that Daedalus, the constructor of the famous Labyrinth, disregarded the law of gravity and flew away with his son Icarus... “Daedalus built a wooden model of a cow, a cow called Damalis” she said, “and so, the cow was covered with genuine cowhide”, she said “and then, Pasiphae came by and would enter the model, and the befooled bull paired with her with no regret…” and so, in this terms we reach the Most Legií, this is, the Legion bridge, again, and then, we go down to visit the Střelecký ostrov, this is, the Archer's Island, a small island under the Most Legií, and yeah, this is the bridge where I had come to play all this days, and so, now, while strolling through this island, it is as if I still could hear some echoes of my xylophone coming from one of the extremities of the bridge, and Agapi also can hear it, she confesses, and then, as we reach the water, she informs me that this river is actually going up, now down, “it will go in the direction of of Hamburg, and then disenbogue close to Denmark, and so, as the country Denmark comes up in this conversation, the subject quickly changes into Lars von Trier films, and then, we are already dscussing the Depression trilogy, this is, the Antichrist, Melancholia, and Nymphomaniac, and so, I have seen parts of one, Agapi have seen parts of other, and at this point we are joining parts, making a new film.
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