eBooks / Novel / IMPROVISATIONS On Peppermint Frappé For Munich 1972 Vol. 1

"Two blasted, boozy, unidentified and extremely busy silhouettes were dogging inside a yellow, rear-engined Fiat 500 with suicide doors, parked and running not far away from Michel’s –An iconic Boîte de Nuit, at 2:15 AM in East Beirut. Dire Straits’ Money for Nothing guitar intro was coming out of the car’s loudest radio ever, while at it. The Fiat was shaking and swooshing like a washing-machine in the middle of the parking lot. A nasty ride. Muslim bombs were falling around the corner and the sharp noises of machine-guns crackling did not evade extreme shadows that formed and detached on the surrounding structures, to appear Kafkaesque and ominous. You could hear the mutter of a standing crowd not far apart, ready to board their paper planes, unceremoniously and see for yourself a big puff of thick white smoke plume coming out from the Fiat’s exhaust pipe. A clear symptom of something sinister. Alors, Je veux une pipe. Fais moi une pipe. You could hardly see the two-silhouettes, inside the smallest car you could ever picture. The noises they were making were as unusual. The commotions of the sexually-provoked twosome became hysterical. The tempo and the clamors they made paced-up. The two-silhouettes hit their heads against the car hood, repeatedly. A truc-macabre. It became frantic. A bomb fell near-by to the echoes of: “Shu ya Dildo!” as some customer standing in line degraded another........ [ ]"