Saturday night is White night. Monday is museum day.

The white night is quiet an exceptional one here, everyone is on the streets, young, kids, not so young, students and workers... The main square holds a concert and we notice how small this city is, in less than an hour, we meet 3 or 4 of Aurelies friends. We go for a couple drinks and chat a bit with a young man who is very blaze of everything. He is gay and seems to think that half the population is. He has worked in Sydney and is the first person who tells me this city sucks. His parents have taken hi over the world there is almost not a country he has seen, he has written half the constitution of Macedonia, lived in New York... he is 30 and something and just had a hart attack. Even that doesn't seem to affect him. He could be a very interesting man if everything he said didn't sound so normal and uninteresting. He does not seem to want to do anything anymore...
I rapidly turn to my cafe bucheron and chat a bit with Sandra who was playing with fire and swaring around a couple days ago. Now she does not make such a strong impression anymore... Looks like someone else is getting blase... We head for a party organized by a friend in an underground club. Actually the party has not started yet, we just go to check out the location. It s old and looks like a comy place but is well decorated. Unfortunately it has kept the smell from the comy days. I chat a bit with the boss who we have met a couple days before. Nice man, new in the business it seems. Later on the club is full and people smoke and sweat and no on notices the smell anymore. The music is trance of course and people are on drugs of course... you must be thinking drug drugs drugs, thats all that happens in Skopje, well you are almost right, drugs and trance everyday. Tonight everyone seems to get ecstasy from a guy with long hair at the bar so after a couple people asking me for “something”, i tried to keep a little distant from the bar. The guy in question is Actually selling the stuff from behind the counter, alongside beers except there is no receipt for Es. Some everyone is on the same drug and at one point, later that night, i get the impression everyone is reaching a peak at the same time. Everything around is like madness, people are hugging everywhere, yelling and laughing and the dealer is laying on the bar, ecstatic. Funny times for me, the boss and a policemen, probably the only three people tonight who did not take anything. Young girls in purple, pink and flashy green are shining and dancing in the uv light, a big wasted guy with a broken nose wants to start making out with a girl on the floor, right next to the bar after crashing to the floor with a big bang. The girl happens to be the same one who was talking to me couple minutes before, getting very close and telling me about her fiance... but the big man is not the fiance. They disappear into the toilette...
My two friends are not having such a great time, they did not get their drugs from the barman but rather amphetamine from the organizer of the event... And it is not heron this time but still does not seem to work heaps... A drugs world. The word friend does not have any meaning anymore went it comes to drugs, everyone want some and when it comes down to business, you might as well rip of everyone, including our friends. As the night is getting late, i have a blast with Sandra and Hihi, they are complaining about the music, too violent so we go out a while in the park, sit in the rain and laugh with a bunch of other party boys. After smoking a little the opinion about the music suddenly has changed and they njoy it very much... To me it is just the same electronic bum bum...
Before leaving i meet some people from the rainbow festival. Quite funny to see those that were running naked, eating healthy food and meditating again. Now they are in babylon, drugged but still preaching natural life. An other dude is walking around with one crouch, seems to struggle but wants no help, just get to a place with no rain to take one more line of amphetamine. There is a day bar in the back of some building, a couple meters from the club and as he leans against it, he unpacks his stuff on the bar but did not seem to think that even though it is not wet it is still humid and his stuff starts to agglomerate to bigger and bigger balls. A dude pull out an exit pass (plastic card, same place i was a couple month ago... party people meet again...) to help but the ball dont get smaller. Damn it he is loosing patience and sniffs it all anyway...
Even if I laugh interiorly and have plenty new reasons not to do these drugs, i still understand these people have problems and maybe need help and not a stranger making fun or a starting to try reasoning them. This is not the end of junky Macedonia...

Good night!