Before the Storm March 11 to 16
I hope it is ok this time to write in English - when I write in German it is very clumsy
I had the good fortune to have a great week in Finca just before the German closure. During the course of the week the mood of management and girls changed like clouds swirling in winds from all directions, but steadily getting filled with more colours of the coming storm. The feeling of the end of times grew whilst at the same time everybody carried on as normal. The girls were very aware of the coming end, but instead of being miserable, became even more romantic, friendly, or wild, according to their disposition. The girls might be seen stressed sitting idle, but as soon as I engaged with them they acted as if their only interest in life was me. Of course, I discussed with many of them the situation. The management was equally stressed and could be seen worriedly doing financial calculations, and at the same time trying to keep up a mask of normality, which however gradually slipped. Everybody knew by the Saturday that the end was coming.
On Thursday around 12 girls left at short notice to return to Romania, in some cases not even having time to tell their room mates. There were discussions about which airports were classed by Romania as red and which orange (relevant for Romanian quarantine rules). A girl I had never chatted with approached me for information on flights to my home country where she had family. Others said they planned to stay for a while to see how things went. Some of these are currently stuck in Germany unable to go home.
Saturday incidentally was a day like no other. Mondial and Samya had closed, and there was an influx of Turkish customers which totally changed the character of the club. There were many men, but the girls were not happy, pointing out to me various drunken men with less than acceptable habits (including a reluctance to spend money in going to rooms).
Customers tended to be in denial about the potential seriousness of C19 - presumably the only way they could justify their attendance. But numbers were down by about 50 per cent (apart from the Saturday).
One wandering girl said C19 was "nothing". She had had a sore throat and temperature a few days before and then gone to Sharks and then Finca. I know that the virus was almost certainly in the club as I returned home with a virus matching the symptoms (despite measures to protect myself and others whilst travelling) and one girl tells me she was subsequently in hospital for several days.
The club closed the day after I left. In all my 18 years in FKK it was one of my most enjoyable, if elegiac, trips.
I might write some more about the girls in detail. I have already written about Kamelia
I hope it is ok this time to write in English - when I write in German it is very clumsy
I had the good fortune to have a great week in Finca just before the German closure. During the course of the week the mood of management and girls changed like clouds swirling in winds from all directions, but steadily getting filled with more colours of the coming storm. The feeling of the end of times grew whilst at the same time everybody carried on as normal. The girls were very aware of the coming end, but instead of being miserable, became even more romantic, friendly, or wild, according to their disposition. The girls might be seen stressed sitting idle, but as soon as I engaged with them they acted as if their only interest in life was me. Of course, I discussed with many of them the situation. The management was equally stressed and could be seen worriedly doing financial calculations, and at the same time trying to keep up a mask of normality, which however gradually slipped. Everybody knew by the Saturday that the end was coming.
On Thursday around 12 girls left at short notice to return to Romania, in some cases not even having time to tell their room mates. There were discussions about which airports were classed by Romania as red and which orange (relevant for Romanian quarantine rules). A girl I had never chatted with approached me for information on flights to my home country where she had family. Others said they planned to stay for a while to see how things went. Some of these are currently stuck in Germany unable to go home.
Saturday incidentally was a day like no other. Mondial and Samya had closed, and there was an influx of Turkish customers which totally changed the character of the club. There were many men, but the girls were not happy, pointing out to me various drunken men with less than acceptable habits (including a reluctance to spend money in going to rooms).
Customers tended to be in denial about the potential seriousness of C19 - presumably the only way they could justify their attendance. But numbers were down by about 50 per cent (apart from the Saturday).
One wandering girl said C19 was "nothing". She had had a sore throat and temperature a few days before and then gone to Sharks and then Finca. I know that the virus was almost certainly in the club as I returned home with a virus matching the symptoms (despite measures to protect myself and others whilst travelling) and one girl tells me she was subsequently in hospital for several days.
The club closed the day after I left. In all my 18 years in FKK it was one of my most enjoyable, if elegiac, trips.
I might write some more about the girls in detail. I have already written about Kamelia
Kein Augenblick ist je verloren
Wenn er im Herzen weiterlebt
Wenn er im Herzen weiterlebt