It’s night, and here we go through the city suburbs, this is, by we I mean, me, Romeu, Spiros, Tifa and Yolanda. And, we are actually advancing fast, visibly excited, coz, yeah, we are on our way to some secret location rave party happening on the edge of the city, somewhere, and, this is, by now, probably, we have already been walking for hours, going though different kinds of neighborhoods, this is, classy neighborhoods, working-class neighborhoods, neighborhoods for people with different nationalities, gated condominiums, neighborhoods for elders, neighborhoods that doesn't look like neighborhoods, and now, here we go, through this industrial area with huge warehouses side by side, some factories, some mechanic workshops, some offices, etc. And, again, because we have just passed that area where the Olympic games took place years ago, now, as we advance, we're actually talking about the propous of these games, about the character of certain athletes, about the modalities, as for example… the Pentathlon, the Triathlon and the Duathlon, three combined modalities we have heard about, but… don't really know what it is… and so, yeah, here we go now on a silly conversation about what it may be… this is, each of these modalities, and… then, at some point, Yo is actually saying something like “penta penta penta… the pentaloon, the Pentathlon… that should be about five different sorts of running… away, from here, or, maybe, five different sorts of dancing, like, dancing and fighting, dancing and shouting, dancing and shooting, dancing and babbling… and, yet the Triathlon, well the Triathlon, that may be only about riding… like, horse riding, camel riding, riding the bull, things like that, all at the same time, perhaps, jumping from one to another…” she says. And then, “No, no no”, Tifa exclaims, “The Pentathlon is only about pentagrams and the Triathlon it’s only about menages, nothing more!!!”; “And what about the Duathlon?” I ask, “Oh the Duathlon!” Yo says, “that may be a mix of eating, vomiting and dancing”; “but that are three modalities, it should be only two” I say, and “No, no, no…” Tifa says, “The Duathlon is a modality in which the athlete has to ride a bicycle holding a bear at the same time!”; and then “No, no, no…” Yo intervenes, “the Duathlon is a modality about running and falling, running and falling, nothing more!” she says, and then, one of the boys on my back, I do not know if Romeu or Spiros, say, “No, no, no, you all wrong… the Pentathlon is actually some kind of basic survival test, that may include Skydiving, Free-Fall, Paragliding, Landfall, and and Grazing… and the Triathlon, the Triathlon it may be about tridents, and the Duathlon, well the Duathlon, it should be about the duality of life and stuff” he says, and then, at this point, Yolanda and Tifa are gaining distance from us, getting ahead, and then we here, we here the boys, we see them turning around, making some poses, some jumps, some kind of weird dances, like, simulating this or that Olympic modalitie, I do not know which ones… and so, me and the boys here, side by side now, we just laugh at them, and then, as it goes, we are getting through a different area, I mean, here the the buildings look older, and, some of the warehouses look semi-abandoned, what is good signal, this is, in a while we get to some crossroad where we see some people some silhouettes hanging around, and then, when we get really there, here we go through a mess of freaky personges with shabby dressing and crazy hircuts, some whistling, some piping, some hooting… some giggling, some shouting, and then, after passing through a couple of gorillas with basketball shirts, we are already going up through the fire-stairs on the back of this storage building armed with scaffolding all around, and, as we go up, the stairs and the scaffolding bars around are actually shaking and trembling like hell, this due to the pressure from the bass lines coming from the insides, and so, we can even hear the screws from the scafolding bars ratling, and then, after some pushs and pulls on the stais, while passing some guys and girls disguised as pandas, as dracula, as caveman or cavewoman or cave shemale, we get to the top, to the roof I mean, and so now here we can see, small groups of people here and there, some staying together, others doing doing some steps around, this, while drinking, smoking, babbing, talking aloud, pointing the sky pointing at us… and then, I lose myself from the boys, and from the girls I came with, and there I go, through those groups of grungy characters, some with masks, some with strage hats, T-shits saying things like “Do it Now or…Do it later”; “SonicTraap”; “Acid Dada”, “Acid Data”, “DukWin not WinDuk”; “Jah Wobble” “Orbital Stress”; “etc etc etc”, and, this ones here on my side, at this point, are actually talking about bananas, and so, then I’m actually getting to another group of guys with t-shirts saying “Obey”, “Buy-Love-Sleep”, “We Shall Depart”, “Blue Oyster Cult”, “Pavarotti Never Fails”, and, this ones here, they are actually talking about life in other planets and stuff, and then, finally, I’m getting close to some guys at the edge of the building, actually a percussion circle, and so, here, there are many kind of bongo-heads, some cowbells, some cymbals, some shakers, and, in the middle of all this mess, I manage to pick some claves that are just there, unattended, and, there I go through this kind of balcony, beating the claves, getting to know people, this is, in while I’m already going down some stairs installed in the middle of the building, and, as I descend, I hear silly conversations about “Rhahaharah”; “We are the System”; “Spectacule and Speculation”; “Fauna & Flora”: “Sooner or Later”, and, after having descended two or three flights of stairs, I’m already entering some kind of room playing some sort of Dub music, 60-90 BPMs, no more than that, this is, here I go sliding through this glitch-down-tempo ambience, passing in-between some sort of bearlike mammals, all dressed in pijamas, dancing like pandas, and what is actually playing is some kind of remixed jingle from the TV, this is, some sort of dishwashing jingle, or something, and, the dj have bubbles coming out of his head, and the guys moving around here their eyes look very white and big, almost like ping-pong balls on-the-way to come out… and, as I do some turns in the middle of them, I see some pulling their tongues out, and then, me, I also do the same as them, and yeah, at some point someone comes by and deposits something in my tongue, and, I chew it for a long time while dancing the kangaroo style, and, as it goes, in a while I’m already interpreting oblique gestures announcing thrilling intentions, this is, I’m looking at the ceiling where I see some sort of moving pictures, this is, moving pictures of prehistoric paintings, like that ones inside of caves, often depicting a crossbreeding of men with beasts, and then, down here on the earth, there on the other side of this room, I see Tifa and Yolanda again, this is, there they go still executing their Olympic games steps, some belly-dance moves, some acrobatic jumps, all mixed up, and, as they move, I see this guy dressed as a gorilla approaching the girls, this is, he comes by and gives them some sort of plastic flowers, and, as they try smell it, there he goes, groping their ass, one hand it each ass, one ftter than the other, and, instantly, they try to slap him, but, he moves away, jumping around, doing some sort of punches and kicks in the air, and, then, as I go down into the next room, the djs here are actually playing some kind of electro-house music, 100-130 BPMs, and the folk moving around are more into the sportswear style, basketball shorts, cycling shirts, swimming caps, etc. And there are some groups of girls dressed as cheerleaders here and there and some guys doing some kind of break-dance steps around them and there I go also into the middle of them, rolling the head on the floor, legs up, turning, watching what may be under the cheerleaders' skirts, but, at some point, someone comes and push me away from there, I try to hold to one of that skirts, but, as I do it, I’m being kicked and dragged onto the access to the stairs room, again, and so, down I go, into the next floor, and thus, already there, here at the entrance there are some guys dressed as superman, some girls dressed as bugaboos, and, as I go through, I apprehend the timing of the music here, something like 150-180 BPMs, drum-bass jungle style, and the guys here are all using ripped clothes, dancing like pumping an imaginary inflater, pulling their knees up, one step over an imaginary hill, another on the fold, and there I go, doing more and less like what they are doing, but mixing it with some capoeira technics, this is, I bow my back as I turn round, I meet the renegade sons of Princess Sheba and King Solomon. I ran away from Yamanja, I meet Ọya or Yansã; the princess of the whirlwinds, lightning, and violent storms; Ibonã, the queen of the black smoke; Dada Ajaká , the son of Òrànmíyàn, brother of Xangô and Soponna – weak king that almost haven't reigned. Egungum Mariwó, prince of vanity that plays merindinlogun in the cemetery. And I met Oxum, owner of the Ijexá nation. Oloxum, guardian of the Osun-Osogbo forest. Oxóssi Oquê Arô, liberator of the Queto people. Oxossi Ibualama, the hunter with one arrow only. Obàtálá, king of Pano Branco. Oh Exu, messenger between Orun and Aiye. Iroko with an infant spirit. Ogum, mistress of the war. Visvakarma. Ìbejì Colobô, the blue monkey. Obaluaiyê. Babá Igbona. Oyá, mother of the pink sky. Nanã Buruku, appearing in the rain to tell the mangues. Oduduwa, that symbolises the head from which life came. And then, I go into a room where they all naked, climbing the walls, trying to reach the ceiling where there are some small white lines meandering, this is, white lines like those from the Nokia 6110, a game whom the player controls some kind of snake sign in a playing field like a labyrinth, collecting orbs which give points and make the snake grow in size, this is, a tetris-like kind of game. And then, while I stare at these robotic snakes meandering in the ceiling, a guy dressed as dragon-ball comes by and pushes me out of here. And there we go, into the stairs room again, going down again, and while I go down I pass side by side with some guys with their heads shaved, unfriendly expressions, and then, when descending another flight of stairs, I start to perceive some kind of blast beats coming from the next room, this is, it should be about 200 BPMs, hardtek-breakbeat style, and, as I get in, all is dark, there are only some red lights there at the end, and so, the smell is kinda chemical here, this is, as I move more into the middle of the room, all the guys are dancing more like fighting, grunting, pushing, even biting each others… and the DJs there in the back, are like hidden in the back of some curtains with militar motives. And so, yeah, there I go too, pushing and biting and kicking and fighting with the gravity. And then, extremely tired, I manage to drag myself into the toilet area, and, then, while looking at my face in the mirror, watching the bruises from closer angles, it’s like, I hear electric guitars, finally, electric guitar sounds coming from downstairs, this is, it's not finished, there I go again, into the inner room that gives access to the stairs, and so, now, I go down the last flight of stairs, this is, I’m not sure if I’m going underearth or whatsoever, let it be. And so, as I go down we can still hear the blast beats coming from upstairs, but now the blast beats are mixing more and more with the noisy distortions coming from the last room down there, and so, as I get there, the door is closed, and on the door there are stickers of bands like Napalm Death, Agoraphobic Nosebleed, Anal Cunt, Nasum, Terrorizer, Pig Destroyer, Brutal Truth, Discordance Axis, Autopsy, Cephalic Carnage, Cripple Bastards, The Dillinger Escape Plan, The Berzerker, Machetazo, Masonna, Violent Onsen Geisha, Incapacitants and C.C.C.C; Hanatarash, The Gerogerigegege, etc. And as I go inside, I’m going directly against a noise walls, this is, after having passed through the cogwheels and the mesh of cables, I’m already in the middle of the dancefloor, where there are some other umbrageous guys, static, like made of stone, or just trembling, and others, running to and fro, around, by the walls, and on our front, a bunch of semi-naked guitarists are actually turning around, throwing their bodies and instruments against the spectators, the public, if we can call it this way, and then, there are hoots all around, this is, disguised personages doing exquisite poses, some vomiting, some screaming on improvised microphones, and, as it goes, I then see that, there, in the back, the walls are actually covered with some kind of old tv screens, this is, porn, horse racing (steeplechase) and all kind of tv commercials being transmitted on this screens, and thus, penetration and trotting sounds are actually being amplified and forming some kind of multi-rhythm percussion orchestra in the back, and then, there, at a corner, I also envision some guys smashing computers and other electronic paraphernalia, and also, those smashing sounds are being amplified, manipulated, and getting involved in the performance, and then, as I try to move around, some guys equipped with some kind of satellite dishes are actually clashing against each other, even so, I manage to pass in-between them, but then, one of these guys with a huge mixing-tabled atached to his belly comes against me, and I get a damn electroshock, we both fall on the floor, and then when I’m trying to stand up, again, some other guy with chains and stuff comes against me instantly all gets blind.
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