They were very nice to us. They put us at ease as we chatted in fragmented sentences - in a hybrid of English, Italian and French. We asked them if there was a bar we could find refuge in. They disappeared for a minute or two and returned, politely ending their calls to tell us there was the taxi was on its way. They got in the taxi with us to take us there.The chills and anxieties that arose in us around the statzione were obliterated to another lifetime, as we sat relaxed on the back seat laughing and chatting – making friends. Were these the most helpful, friendly girls in the mundo? A few minutes on, the taxi swung around a corner and pulled to a halt. The scene that greeted us - big groups of late teen / young 20 something’s, all dressed ‘street casual’ in training tops and chunky white trainers was a little disconcerting.
But thankfully the girls were there beckoning us up to the nightclub steps, briefly muttering a reply to one of the hostile looking gang members. One of the girls even came back to help me negotiate the steep steps after I struggled to haul the suitcase up. This would be a difficult manoeuvre at the best of times not least when clutching a laptop in the 'free' hand.Inside the packed club, the throng of people parted a path before us in amazement as we dragged our suitcases through to a small seating area. One of the girls was busy; repeatedly disappearing and returning every few minutes whilst the other sat with us drinking. A couple of more double Jack Daniels set our heads spinning once again and then it happened...
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