It is one of those evenings again.
The last dance in DJ Station, something more calm. Apparently it’s from The Weeknd. I don’t know the song, but it’s a good one. Good to dance closely and thats what we do.
Then we stagger onto the street or rather they led us out. After all, it’s 2am. The best time, i always thought. We kiss goodbye, but we are going to meet again.
At the latest next week, when everyone will be here again.
A boy and a girl are walking in front of me, obviously they are just friends. The guy turns around, see me and reachs out his hand. I willingly put my hand in his and we start talking…I said it in the beginning, sometimes it’s like in a movie on this street.
I walk a bit further and see an old woman lying on the ground. She sleeps there every night. She’s holding a mug in her hand, in case someone wants to put something in there. I don’t know, as i walk by i feel bad and sad at the same time. I rummage for money in my pocket and put a 100 Baht note in her mug. Thats actually a lot (around 3€). But it’s nothing on the other side, each drink in DJ Station costs 150 Baht.
As i move on i notice a shadow behind me. A man who has apparently seen my mild deed. And when he thinks that he’s out of sight, he reachs into the mug and takes the money. I run after him and try to confront him, but for nothing. He denies everything. Probably a poor soul as well, just like the woman on the ground.
Well, this is how things work here in Silom…