Friday Night

This week has mostly consisted of working in my room with the blinds shut against the glaring sun, while I scribble, working on my brief. This week has been collage, brush pen, pencil and ink. Perhaps when its nearing completion I will be brave enough to post some of it.
Tonight we are heading for a house party on the edge of town in the shadow of the mountain. A portuguese guy, Neuno, is having people over and we're all invited. There is a growing multicultural population in Lucerne, and tonight whwile on the way to the station as we cross one of the many foot bridges we pass some amazing buskers, one on acordian and tapping a tamberine, the other is a young lad of about 11 that is wailing with a saxophone. They play jaunty upbeat gypsy music, the perfect going out music. We lounge on the bus through the streets of Lucerne, the buildings slowly thinning out until we come to the last stop on the line, before us is Pilatus in a rosy dusk light, five lights crown its summit. Neuno's house is formerly an architects studio, the front room is 10/20m with a projector, some turntables,and a bath full of ice and beer, it backs on to a forest and then the mountain. To recap, this place is awesome. Despite the 30 or so people the room still looks empty, a game of keep ups with a football begins and there is still space.
We form an Erasmus table of students with Spanish, Dutch, Scottish, German, Suisse, Portuguese and more. We spend a good portion of the night learning how to clap flamenco style. We swap stories and take photos, invent hand shakes and plan further evenings out. We float back and forth from inside to out, the sky is magnifiscently clear the stars reign above. The wine, rum, appenzeller, fyodor, beer, and punch all flow nicely, and before we know it, its time to leave. We miss the last bus and have to walk for an hour, however we 'find' a football en route and this takes the edge off things. Near to starvation we walk and walk and walk, pleading for kebabs only to find a late night patisserie open, this is magic, nothing else but magic. It's 3:00am and we're suppose to head to Bern tomorrow, Our tucked up T-total Hungarian house mate is going to be disappointed.