I was about to enter a supermarket near to the corner of Birkenstrasse with Putlizstrasse, when I saw a man of arab resemblance (to whom a average german would call a turkish) closing his jacket right in front of the exit of the store, preparing himself to face the cold wind which was waiting for him outside, from where I came. While closing the jacket, the Arab sang a song which sounded absolutly exotic to me and reached my ears somewhat like this: "Odê Odê, domin o dans ki, odê..."
As I crossed the door and passed the man, the music reverberated in my head and little by little it was being shaped a song from that milenar culture, which still nowadays haunts our cities...
All day, all day! Watch them all fall down
All day, all day! Domino dancing
All day, all day! Watch them all fall down
All day, all day! Domino dancing
