the weekend passes, fast forwards as i look back at it's highs. catching up with val and olga in nudetown was nice, despite getting caught u in some sort of transgender demonstration. 
what are they protesting about? 
they want equal rights.
they have more rights than i do these days.
what do you mean?
i can't fucking go into the girls toilets and take a piss.

ho hum, then we encounter a group of women who all are making a lot of noise.

who are these people?

they are body positive lesbians

what do they want?

they want to be thin.

i guess they could stop eating.

its endless, a parade of people wandering around making noise, shouting, stopping traffic, shouting, playing disco music very loud. 

we slip into the back streets where i find an empty graveyard. silence, we sit and relax, talk and laugh. 

its nice to catch up, val's as productive as ever. we chat about food, music, politics and movies. it's a hot day, we walk through a park and back onto the streets where people in bright outfits dance and shout.

have you ever been into this building?

'no,' i say looking into the big busy structure. it's a market.

indde i like the peace, there's a poster of my fave film which i consider buying. there's a range of second hand books. i pick up two old science fiction novels.

i attempt to pay for them but no one is around.

eventually a man shuffles up to me, he smiles as i pass him the books. he opens the first book, and shows me the price. where i saw $20 he points at the mysterious hidden 2 embedded in between the $ and the second 2. 

oh jesus, i don't want to pay that much. it looks like a very old pulp novel from the 30's or 40's. the second novel is even more expensive yet he has made the first number on the price almost invisible for any customer to see. i walk out bookless, as he yells he would take $80 for them each. 

crazy.

it's been a good sunday, but all this haggling for books, shouting for rights and disco music has exhausted me.