First of all, this is written with the intent to provide useful tips to fellow party goers.
And the reason for it is that I was so furious and angry to the point that I had to put the pen on the paper and uncover these little fuckers. Yes, these little fuckers
if I may call them like that, have accepted the opportunity to pursue the most exciting career in their lives. It must be exciting if your job is to make other people feel bad. It is the best! And of course, they do try their best at making people feel uncomfortable on the dancefloor. They are here to fight against the very core meaning of the underground scene. They are here to fuck up your vibe, but WE SHALL NOT SURRENDER!
Before sharing my story, I would like to discuss what this underground culture means to some of us. The electronic music scene is different than your regular night out, it is something liberating where I personally feel free. I am free to dance until my knees can’t take it, I am free to dress differently without people judging me, I am free to disconnect from this world and I am free to do whatever the fuck I want.
It is a place where you can make friends without even talking to them, it is a place where you share your energy with the ones around you and they do the same in return, it is a place where you can just lose yourself and go with the flow. Follow the music, let the beat conduct your muscle movement, be spontaneous, close your eyes and release to that stomping groove, allow your mind to take you places. Enjoy yourself.
.. but wait for a moment and think! How in this world are you able to enjoy yourself when there are undercover pigs all around you? (pigs are nice animals though, have you seen a lil' piglet? They are adorable. )
And as the story begins, it begins with my first encounter with the undercover police. I am at a party and it is already early morning, let’s say around 6 am. The DJ puts on “Insalar – Kime Ne”
a remix by Ricardo Villalobos
which is not a dancefloor tune at all. So I am like – Okay, this guy is trying to put us to sleep. I will quickly roll a tiny spliff and go home and actually sleep.
I get out with my friend, we light up this little monster, and we hear a few whistles a few meters away from us. We are alone on the bench. And we want to get just a bit high because we want to remain fly. :)
And a young guy and a slightly older dude come and sit right next to us. The older guy looked like he does not belong to the party, he was wearing a classy shirt and a black leather jacket. I guess he skipped the underground fashion tutorial. But anyway, he looked suspicious. So, they start rolling even a smaller joint than us. While rolling they are not talking, they are just listening to what we are talking about. Too bad, we were talking in our foreign language, so they were kinda confused.
After they finish rolling, 3 girls, again older in their mid-30s probably, join us on the bench, and they start pulling their phones out. And they are directly pointed at us. Me and my friend start analyzing the situation but we pretend that we don’t know shit, so we laugh and talk random shit which they don’t understand. After a few minutes these really silent guys, offer their spliff to us. We of course politely refused and said that we don’t smoke, just for the laughs. I mean really, man? You don’t talk to each other for 10 minutes and then offer us a joint all of a sudden? It was just a fucking spliff, it was not a humongous 5-gram cone. Relax.
DISCLAIMER: UNCOVERING THE UNDERCOVER IS A SERIES OF ARTICLES WRITTEN BY A MYSTERIOUS AUTHOR IN ORDER TO EXPRESS HIS/HER THOUGHTS ON THE UNDERCOVER POLICE WORKING THEIR MAGIC IN THE NIGHTLIFE. AUTHOR OFFERS USEFUL TIPS ON HOW TO DEAL IN CERTAIN SITUATIONS AND HOW TO RECOGNIZE "THE ENEMY" AND DOES NOT NECESSARILY EXPRESS MAGAZINES OPINIONS.