The couch interviews

Date: 10/1/2017

I was in Milan, in one of the most exclusive clubs of the city. The club was in the penthouse of a tall building and half of its walls were made of glass, so you can sit inside sipping a cocktail and watch sunset. Following the perimeter of 2 walls forming the lower left corner of the room there was a long leather couch without armrests nor cushions, white. The room was full of well dressed people having a good time. I was there with a friend of mine, I don't remember who. Next to us was sitting a couple and I don't know why I started to talk to them. For some reason I knew he drove a Ferrari. I told them something like, "You know, I used to come here often with my ex girlfriend, she loved this place. I was a sort of a regular customer" and he said something like, "Yeah, I saw that you drive a Ferrari" clearing suggesting that I don't look as rich as he is. His girlfriend told him something like, "You are so mean!" feeling compassion for me. I continued "You know, I am a professor, we don't make a lot of money... What about you two? What do you do?". They told me their jobs and those of some their other friends. I didn't understand, as some deep house music was playing in the background. They got up from the sofa and said "Well, see you around, we have to go now" and left the club. I found myself on another sofa, at Marco's, a friend of mine. He was sitting there with his girlfriend that, surprisingly, wasn't Elena, as in real life. He looked a bit more fat and his girlfriend had pink hair and looked a bit like a techno raver from the 90s, but completely dressed with the same hue of pink of her hair. We exchanged a few words and I asked her about her job. She said she's an artist, a painter. I woke up.