Let’s do the time warp!
It’s Thursday and time for Stammtisch. Dressed to impress, startle or amuse, students crowd the undermanned bar. All attempts at conversation, be it in German, French, Spanish, Japanese, English or Finnish, are nullified by the pounding music; the DJ cranks up the volume as odourous smoke is disgorged upon the dance floor. I almost choke on my karpalo lonkero when I ...