We were waking up to Dua Lipa, lying on the path – with legs apart.. as we were making it, suddenly there was a stab in the back, and Vinnie was singing; ‘you regard what I do as magical art. For me it is like a stab through the heart..’ The stab in the back, was like a heart attack, and I screamed;
‘Chuck Norris.. you better do it..!!!’
Lipa was looking at me – like ‘what the hell is this..’ then she began to ‘lipa’ as you say in Swedish.. that is (i.e.) crying.. ‘Dua.. make duaa for me’ I said..
Some hours later I woke up in the room, we had been having a conversation, things had become put on edge.. but don Quixote said;
The Knight-errant searching all the corners of the world, enters the most complicated labyrinths, accomplishes at every step the impossible, endures the fierce rays of the sun in uninhabited deserts, the inclemency of wind and ice in winter: lions cannot daunt him nor demons affright nor dragons, for to seek, assault, and overcome such is the whole business of his life, and true office.