smile

It s crazy how SMOOTH my journey started and still continues.
Starting with Mr. Asshole buying me a flight down from Berlin to Basel (the easiest way with so much luggage), a good riend of mine coming along to London (she, too, helped a lot with luggage), my sister visiting me in London and then finally, finally, me alone on the plane to New York via Reykjavic, Iceland.
It felt GREAT. Oh my god, it s been such a long time since I last flew somewhere FAR away. Matter of fact it s five years back from now, when I flew to RUssia. Big adventure, as well.
Life has funny ways, and just as to make a point about coincidences (or the nonexistence of so called coincidentes) it puts exactly those people next to me in the plane, to whom I had talked when queing or the check in.
I smile.
IN Reykjavic its rainy and boring. I need a shower. Again, while waiting to board I see this guy who responds to my smile. That didn t happen at all in London (in London people look really isolated in the crowd). Now I am curious to find out who will be sitting next to me. Will it be this guy?
He sits behind me. We start talking, he offers me sth to drink in a juice bottle, it turns out to be wine. Good french wine.
Smile.
He is the guy to talk to. He is the one I will converse with during this flight.
The only girl who smiled back at the airport joins our conversation later. He had recognized her as well earlier in the waiting hall. It turns out she has an erotic shop in Iceland.
Smile.
This guy doesn t seem to have normal drinks. Later he offers me sth that looks like orange juice but it is vodka orange.
smile.
I am flying to New York being tipsy. I can t believe it. I shake my head and look down at the ocean. Ice everywhere ice...
The smoothness of my journey climaxes when this guy finds out about me not being sure where to stay at at New York and he makes a quick phonecall - I can stay at his friends house.
A nigerian rapper, 'franchize', who has a really interesting approach to the whole thing, nice concept, nice ideas. He was recently featured in the phat magazine and also in the vibe magazine.
So I spend my first night in New York somewhere in Brooklyn on a roof, with the most gorgeous view ever.
Smile.
We start talking about everything and nothing and finally he asks me which kind of guys I used to date back in Berlin.
What?
Green, blue, black, white. Dammit. But I know where he s getting at.
Smile.
once you go black you never go back, right?
he says that black guys usually don t like those skinny skinny girls. they like woman, you know. real woman
smile.
haha. Oh jesus. Okay. I know what will come next
Yeah, you know, you got anyways more a body that could be a black woman's body.
See, I knew it.
Smile.
Dammit, but my skin is white, i mean, at least i could have black skin then, as well, right?
Oh but it don t matter. Gosh, who cares about colour anyways?
We all do.
Hm
He raps for me on the roof, I feel honoured. The subways is driving right through my head, I feel unsteady. Suddenly I get so tired. I fall asleep on his couch and his offer to sleep on his bed drowns in my dreams, with a smile on my face I drift away. New York black radio is on. I drift away....
thats my big apple tonight
my smile