Bohemia

"This is what you wanted no?"

I had been sitting in the lounge room watching the conversation as if it was a game of tennis. Only in this game I had no idea of the rules and the racquets, court, net and ball were completely different.

But yes, it is exactly what I wanted. It was only a moment ago that I told Igor I was trying to learn and although I had no idea what everyone was saying I sometimes just made up the conversation using the few words that sounded familiar. It is how he learnt the language and since I am too stingy to pay for as many language courses as I had planned, it may well be the way I learn also.

Tonight it was a party in the lounge room of Casa Babylon. Bohemian life. Casa Babylon is Bohemia. People coming and going, a table full of food, travelers, gypsy, street performers. Art abounds as does the music and then musical instruments are pulled out of a magic music bag.

Songs with words I don't understand but it feels familiar and maybe, in fact, I do.