Discotheque...

I have done something very strange for me: I have visited a discotheque. For many people this is something absolutely usual, but for me it was the second time in my life... And for the first time at a disco like this... so this is a story of a stranger in a strange place...
I have visited this cursed place with my team mates Katka and Aga, however it was my free decision and it would be unfair to blame anyone else for it:)

Chapter 1: Preparation for battle
I was aware of the fact that I have no chance to survive this without any doping, so I was very glad that we did not go straight to the disco. One week ago Aga has found a pub in the centre with tequilla for 29SKK only, so we went there. 2 tequillas combined with 1 martini drank later was my preparation. However later I have found that any preparation would be probably inadequate in this case.

Chapter 2: First blood...
The disco I had the chance to visit before was a place, where music was played. There is no sense in evaluating the quality of the music, but for sure there was a music.
This time we have visited a building, which did not look exactly like a machine plant (at least there was more neon lights), but the sound spreading around was perfectly similar to it.
Incisive regular rhytm which has not changed in a minute nor in 5 or 15 minutes (and which was going to remain the same for next 3 1/2 hours). However due to my good mood and some fresh alcohol circulating in my body I have started to "dance" and pretend having fun.
After 40 minutes I went to toilet. After another 15 minutes I went outside to breathe some fresh air. After another 10 minutes I went to toilet again and from there I went directly outside to breathe some fresh air. I have stayed there for cca 10 minutes thinking about some other possible activities which could defend me from coming back to the dance floor.

Chapter 3: Delirium
However the weather has become warmer recently, it was not very comfortable to stay outside for a longer period of time. I have returned inside and made my last attempt to join my dancing friends again. But I have found after less than one minute that my energy has been drained somewhere and I should not waste the remaining leftovers, because I might need them to survive in these inhuman conditions.
I did not leave the disco immediately for several reasons. One of them was that the night bus has left and the next one was supposed to come in 2 hours. The other reason was that I have decided to try it and it would be coward to give up. Also I wanted to try to find out, what the hell do the people find so entertaining here.
I have sat in a corner and tried to disconnect my soul from the body, which was constantly hurt by the resonant brain killing rhytm.
It would be nice to increase the dramatic effect of this story, but any inteligent reader (and I am sure that only inteligent people visit my blog:)) has probably deduced that I have managed to survive the night (simply because I could not have written this otherwise...). Therefore I am not going to waste your time with another descriptions and will come to some conclusion...

Chapter 4: Epilogue
Life brings many surprises. This time I have found that it is not necessary to travel to a distant country to experience a big culture shock. True culture shock, the moment, when you are surrounded by things you don't understand, people behaving in a way which makes absolutely no sense for you, having fun because of something, what makes you feel sick... simply the moment when you feel totally lost and hurt by things, which others consider to be normal. I would like to know, if women, who don't like football would feel the same while visiting a football game.