It is night, it is cold, in the wet streets of beautiful Strasbourg. I seem to lose myself inside her, I wander through her long furrows dimly lit by emaciated lampposts and a red moon, almost invisible, in search of my appointment. My appointment with Trance-Goa.
Finally, I find myself in front of a bar, in a small deserted street. Everything is so quiet here, we hear only a few laughs too alcoholic and the sound of footsteps alone. A last breath, a last breath of fresh air, and I enter.
The evening was …