Sitting in Ibiza near Sa Punta in that little pub without a name ….the boss asked me to sit down on his private chair while waiting to be seated.

Then life started to love me in a way it never did before.

A beautiful girl is walking straight in my direction.

Looks at me…smiles..hi…how is it doing….passing by

Another girl is coming..oh my god….amazing pretty good looking…smiling…smalltalk…passing by

The same procedure…every three minutes…

My lips hurts because of smiling all the time.

Hard work…to move in… my belly.

But..what has changed that so many pretty girls are interested to come to me just for saying ..hello…

Maybe they think…I am the owner of the restaurant…or the owner of a disco…or a famous actor.. whatever….life can be so wonderful…

The boss is coming to tell me to follow him to a place for lunch at the waterfront side…..No…I wanne sit just here…for the rest of my life!

In the evening I went home with that Brad Pit feeling in my mind…nearly drunk.

I took a photo of that wonderful place to remember…..and…and…recognized the truth.

Look…

That many girls were not interested in me….they were looking for the way to toilet.

There was a plate just over my head….that way…..to WC.

Damned.

But. Imagination can be real strong.

What a wonderful afternoon.

Haa… back in reality.

Who the hell is Brad Pit?

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