IS IT  REAL OR IS IT PERFECTLY MANAGED ILLUSION OF BELONGING TO ORIGINAL  WAS ON MY MIND WHEN SHE ENTERED MY ZONE.  THE WORLDWIDE KNOWN SCENT OF MANY GENERATIONS  FLEW MOLECULE BY MOLECULE SPREADING AROUND HER AND STITCHED  MY NOSE. NOTHING WAS MORE AWAKENING AND REQUIRED TO GRAB MY ATTENTION TOWARDS THIS LADY THAT DAY – THE CARRIER OF CHANEL NR. 5.

SHE CAME FROM MY RIGHT, FROM BEHIND.  HER  FROM MY EYES HIDDEN WALK WAS TELLING ME THAT SHE HAS TO BE SURE ABOUT HERSELF.  SHE WASN’T. THIS WAS NOT BECAUSE OF ME OR OTHERS SITTING IN THE ROOM. IT JUST WAS. EVENTUALLY, BECAUSE THIS PARTICULAR PARFUME OBLIGATES YOUR BODY LANGUAGE AND YOUR INNER STATE BE TOUGH, BE KNOWING WHO YOU ARE, WHAT YOU NEED AND WHERE TO GET IT. THERE IS NO OBLIGATION ONLY IF YOU ARE  THE REAL ONE. THE RED SWEATER GOT  INTO MY SIGHT RIGHT AWAY. WITHOUT SEEING MORE I SAW TOO MUCH.

SHE CHOSE THE FREE CORNER ON THE LEATHER SOFA WHERE I WAS SITTING. MAYBE IT  WASN’T REAL LEATHER. IT LOOKED LIKE IT WAS. THE FEELING I CANNOT RECALL. THERE WAS NO IMPORTANCE FOR IT. HER ROLE IN THAT MOMENT WAS TOO INTERESTING TO BE AWARE OF DETAILS. AND STILL, I WAS AWARE OF THEM.

FOR SOME TIME MY BRAIN MADE A  PAUSE FROM BEING CONSCIOUS OF HER SITTING THERE ON THE DIVAN IN A SIMPLY SATISFYING CONCEPT FAST FOOD COFFEE SHOP – MCCAFÉ. THE AMBIENCE WAS  BRACING ME WITH IT’S  WARMLY WELCOMING FURNITURE AND THE DETAILS OF THE INTERIOR DESIGN. SO USUAL THINGS BECAME SO UNUSUAL THROUGH THE FACT HOW THEY WERE COMBINED: BOOKS, LUSTERS, WOOD INSTEAD OF PLASTIC, FLYERS, AND METAL.  THIS CONTRADICTION  KEPT ME COMING BACK TO THIS PARTICULAR MCCAFÉ SINCE IT GAVE ME THAT UNIQUE FEELING. USUALLY ONLY FOR €2,49 – COFFEE WITH MILK.

THE DOMINANCE OF THE SCENT WAS EXTREMELY IRRESISTABLE. IT DRAGGED ME BACK TO WHAT I WAS DEALING WITH A FEW MINUTES AGO. MY THOUGHTS WERE WITH A WIDE VARIETY ABOUT HER AND MCDONALD’S IN HER LIFE. EVEN IF THIS HAPPENED IN BERLIN. IN THE CITY WHERE YOU WOULD NOT QUESTION THINGS OF THAT COMPILATION. I TRIED TO PROOF TO MYSELF THAT I ALSO SHOULDN’T. I FAILED. I COULDN’T. SO IT WAS TO BE CONTINUED. WITHOUT  LOOKING AT THE LADY IN RED  I COULD PERCEIVE ONLY THAT WHAT MY PERIPHERAL VISION ALLOWED ME TO. A FEMALE GROWN-UP IN A EUROPEAN TYPE BODY, THE RIGHT MOVES. AND STILL –  CHANEL NO. 5. THIS WAS BOTHERING ME AND SIMULTANEOUSLY FELT RIGHT.

MY EYES MOVED TOWARDS HER MEAL TRAY TO SEE WHAT WAS HER CHOICE. BECAUSE THERE SEEMED TO BE NO CHOICE FOR CHANELs. NOT BECAUSE THEY DON’T BELONG TO A FAST FOOD CHAIN, THEY WOULD PROBABLY CHOOSE AN ELITE FAST FOOD CHAIN. I WAS CURIOUS. THE TYPICAL MENU CONSISTED OF FRENCH FRIES, A HAMBURGER, AND A DRINK. IT WAS A CUP OF COFFEE. THE ONLY CHOICE WHICH ONE COULD TAKE SERIOUSLY REGARDING HER PERFUME. THEY SUPPORTED EACH OTHER. THE REST WAS DISTURBINGLY UNBALANCED TOWARDS EACH OTHER. FRENCH FRIES AND THE NO. 5 – THERE IS NO IDEA HOW TO COMBINE THEM TO MAINTAIN THE CLASS, THE CLASSIC.

I COULD SEE MORE. I COULD CATCH HER MOVEMENTS LONGER. I WAS OBSERVING HER AND  PRETENDING THAT I WASN’T. SHE WAS SITTING UP STRAIGHT. ALL THE TIME WHICH WAS APPROXIMATELY 20 MINUTES. SHE HELD HER EUROPEAN BODY  IN CONTROL. THE CHEST WAS UP, THE LEGS CLOSE TO EACH OTHER IN A FEMININE ANGLE. NOT 90 DEGREES. IT WAS MORE ABOVE. THAT MADE HER APPEAR SOFT. SHE HAD GOOD ENERGY, NOT ARROGANT AT ALL. IT SEEMED LIKE THIS WOMAN TRIED TO KEEP HERSELF IN LINE. MAYBE BECAUSE OF HER MORALS, MAYBE BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT IT HAS TO BE THAT WAY. THE FOOD WAS PICKED UP IN AN ELEGANT MANNER. NO RUSH, NO MESS ON THE TABLE.

MORE DETAILS WAS WHAT I WANTED. I HAD TO FIND OUT WHY. WHY SHE WAS  THERE. HER HAIRCUT WAS A BOB. IT ENDED AT HER JAW AND HAD A TENSE CHARACTER UNDERLINED WITH A PERFECTLY STRAIGHT LINE. THE HANDS, THE EUROPEAN HANDS – LONG  THICK FINGERS WITH WELL DONE MANICURE BUT A LACK OF NAIL POLISH. THE SHAPE WAS ROUND. ALSO, THE HANDS’ MOVEMENTS WERE CONTROLLED. I COULDN’T READ MORE ABOUT HER LOOKING AT THEM. THEY DID NOT TALK, THEY JUST FUNCTIONED. THE FUNCTION WAS FOR PICKING THE FOOD AND DEMONSTRATING HER JEWELRY – GOLDEN RINGS. WHEN THEY APPEARED IN MY SIGHT I ZOOMED UP TO HER UPPER BODY AGAIN. A GOLDEN CHAIN AND GOLDEN EARRINGS. AT LEAST ONE ON MY SIDE. HER LEFT SIDE I DIDN’T SEE. THE WHOLE PICTURE BROUGHT NEW IDEA.  ALL THE THINGS I SAW REMINDED ME OF EASTERN EUROPEAN WOMEN. WAS SHE? I WILL NEVER KNOW.

THE MISMATCH WAS SO CLEAR TO ME THAT I COULD ONLY PAY MY LOST DROPS OF ATTENTION TO HER TROUSERS. GREY WAS THE COLOR. RED, GREY, AND CHANEL. GOLD AND THE FRENCH FRIES WERE NOT IMPORTANT. THESE THREE ELEMENTS BUILD A CAGE FOR HER. HER AURA WAS SCREAMING THAT IT WASN’T HER. IT SEEMED THAT SHE COULD NOT MANAGE THE FACT WHO SHE WAS WITH THE NEED OF THE SOCIETY SURROUNDING HER OF WHAT SHE HAD TO BE. THAT WAS WHY  NO. 5 CAME INTO GAME. POSSIBLY. WAS IT A GUARD FOR HER? WOULD YOU ATTACK SOMEBODY WEARING NO. 5? A PERSON WITH A STRONG CHARACTER? PEOPLE USUALLY LET THE CHANELs BE AND MAKE THEIR STRONG DECISIONS BY THEMSELVES.

THE LACKING STRENGTH IN HER ENERGY WAS SUPPOSEDLY THE MAIN REASON WHY I COULD ENJOY THIS PARFUME AND ENJOY THE SCENE. EVEN IF IT WAS PLAYED SO CAREFULLY IT COULDN’T FOOL. BUT SOMEHOW I WAS WONDERING WHAT MADE ME INHALING THIS FRAGRANCE CONSCIOUSLY OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

WE DIDNT TALK. IF WE WOULD I WOULD SEE LESS AND KNOW TOO MUCH.