New wave

Me and my family have been visiting a church in Italy.

It was a very old catholic church that still kept up all the old songs and prayers in latin. There were very old sculptures and paintings in the building, and the caretaker, an old woman, was showing us round.

I wander off to see some bits of the church that are deep underground, and somehow or other, I get separated from my family and can't find them anywhere. I find the old woman and ask her.

"Language is an interesting thing, is it not?" She seems to be saying, in a irish accent,

We are stood at the doors of the church, which has these interesting holes in for looking out of.

"I have learnt all the languages from working in this place" she continues, "I can translate all the prayers, and I cannot help but cry in adoration for the mysteries".

She is clearly a very devote catholic, and has been working for the church all her life.

I ask her where my family have gone, and she tells me that they have got on a bus. This means they are heading back to the airport to get the plane. I must catch them up.

She shows me the bus to catch, which incidentally, has the same holes through it, as the doors of the church have, there is a significance to this she tells me, but I can't remember what that was.

I get on a bus to take me to the airport, but for some reason, it doesn't find its way there, and now I am lost in a big transport interchange system, and it seems there are loads of traffic jams, slowing everything up.

I ask around for help, and show an assistant my plane ticket. We look at the time,

"The plane leaves at 1130" he says,

"This gives me plenty of time" I say,

"Not really, it will take you quite a while to get there, leave at least an hour to get there, and then half an hour to get through the airport."

He's right, I need to get moving.

He points me in the direction of a lift which will take me to another level, and from there I can get the right bus.

I get on the lift. It is huge, big enough for cars to fit in. It takes me up, and now I am in another lift with lots of people.

There is a young lady talking to everyone on the lift, answering peoples questions.

The questions are all about sex, and the young lady is something of an authority on the subject. In fact she is an initiate in this new wave of sex culture that has begun in italy, which has its roots in eastern tantric practices, and seeks to liberate and refresh sex in the west from old cold traditional methods of sex.

A young guy asks about how to charm his girlfriend more, as there sex has become boring, and she says it becomes a lot like acting, pretending you don't really want it, and the importance of humor, to lighten the serious attitude some people take.

The lift stops, and instead of there being another bus, there is a cafe which we all walk into. Its one of these lastest sex cafes, where people exchange information on positions, sex practices, and also to meet new people. The young lady tells us to feel at ease, explore and have fun. I sit down at a table and slowly absorb my new surroundings. I have forgotten about my plane.