Flight lands after crazy turbulence. Red city alright. And what is that plane there? Wiener Philarmonic? They have their own jet with all pictures of instruments and stuff? Obviously I was a little slow after all that turbulence and plus give me a break okay? I have never seen an Austrian Air jet. Interesting. I pointed the jet out to fellow passenger.
"Did you see that?"
"What?"
"The Vienna Philarmonic? They have their own jet"
"Hmm..."
"Maybe they are performing"
"Possible. You know what? The biggest night club in Africa is in Marrakech. So it is possible, you know"
I looked around. No, no Falstaff type creatures around. Good. I do not have to be a witness for the prosecution.
PS: I did it! All Arabic keyboard. This is good!
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3 comments:
the wiener philharmoniker rocking der kasbah!
And NO cracks about schnitzels!
J.A.P.
You will like Marrakech, you are right, the club is really big and the biggest of course. And also Marrakech is known as the ‘Red City’ due to the local clays that define the colour of all the local buildings, locals used to say that the hue came from the amount of blood that’s been spilt into the soil – Marrakech’s history is as interesting as it is gory.
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