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for time, heavily asleep.
"Then we can party further afterwards." Says Eik.
Eugene replies: "Yes, let’s go the flat. You’re more than welcome.”
They tap Janokovic, trying to wake him up.
"Hey Jano, you’re sleeping mate. Wake up," Eik grunts.
“Yeah, let's move on from here and party more at home,” says Dan, who came by
and overheard their conversation.
"How far is it?" Eik asks.
"About 15 minutes or something like that. "
Eik and Dan manage to raise Janokovic from the ground. He stands on his feet for
a bit, before again collapsing to the ground. Then Jano sits up, looking stunned,
and then he turns around and barely manages to stand again by leaning heavily
on the bench.
"You shouldn’t carry the bass by yourself, let me help you," says Matt, helping
trying to him as they wobble toward the taxi rank, a spot ten feet outside of the
park.
"Let's take a couple of cabs," Matt shouts cheerfully. "You’ll have to tell the
cabdrivers where we're going, ‘cus we really don't know London."
Matt, Eugene, Bibi and Janokovic take the first taxi, while Dan, Maria, Winnie,
Eik and Nigel take the next one.
A half an hour later, the little cortege drives down Marsh Gate Lane. The street
is deserted, only illuminated by the few remaining streetlights that have not been
smashed or is out of order. There are car wrecks from burnt out or scraped
vehicles all along the sides of the few overgrown, green spots, on which
industrial buildings hasn’t been built yet. The street is intersected by a hideous
iron structure, which makes the bridge where trains come to and from Stratford.
There is a lonesome Chinese restaurant and two small kiosks that supply the
few small factories that still remain. The two taxis gently browses through the
busted and torn up street, until they finally park in front of number seven.
From the outside there is nothing to see but a grey two-storey warehouse with
a large double wooden door in the middle, in the glow of the taxi lights, it seems
as if it is falling out of its hinges.
