How a decent person should spend the rest of the summer?
To rust, being an old swing, lonely standing in a deserted courtyard on the outskirts of the city.
To lie down, having turned out to be the empty beer bottle, forgotten on the shore of a muddy lake.
To buzz, becoming a 50-cc engine of a scooter rushing through the Veshnyaki district at three in the morning.
To rejoice, having turned Tijani Babangida, who scored the single goal into the gates of the hated Danes on a hot June evening in 1998.
All those little moments should be experienced to the rhythms of the languid house mix of Phil Anker, our buddy from Brooklyn, that he put together for the 5/8: radio.
