About blank puts different styles together and its location is decentered enough to make sure that you don't get there just by chance. Before the zuflucht there are six rusty stairs and the innumerable piercings of the lady at the door. Then comes the green lobby where to search the suspicious ones and the attractive ones (sometimes they go together), and two twin rooms linked by a blackened corridor. À la droite they speed up in line, nobody looks at nobody and the rhythm is dark, sharp, it melts shoes to the pavement. Techno thickens the air as in a pressurized capsule. À la gauche the rhythm is iridescent with future bass, disco and house. People move the speakers for the DJ, gabble in Deutsch and dance while studying each other, always with the beat stuck to their bottoms, dazzling. Around the rooms, leather couches, people sleeping on them, and a garden of hanging beds with pit-stop Club Mates. Breathe. In an hour I'll open my eyes and go bac...