"This Charming (Wo)Man" - Breanne Sommer
She never went home. There’s no need for boring, wasteful sleep in a city that
is open to a nightlife lifestyle 24/7. Her hair and clothes a ragged mess: sexy in the “I
don’t give a shit” edge, all too typical of her generation. However, Sylvie really
thought she didn’t give a shit.
The smell of vibrating energy mixed with black peony perfume invades the
nostrils of all the middle-aged men still drunkenly wasting themselves away on
liters of cheap beer and intoxicating guitar licks. She casually, but decisively
smolders into the café-bar—so justly named Café-Bar. It’s the small things, the
simplicity that entices her on this hazy Sunday morning.
“Can I have a coffee?” she huskily purrs to the short, athletic bartender/barista that
appeared to be plucked from a Smiths album.
It never mattered that she didn’t speak or understand a hint of German. People were
compelled by her questioning commands—a paradox as perplexing as Berlin’s bar
scene. She couldn’t imagine a place more like her.
Vie, as she is respectfully known in Berlin’s underground, plops herself and
her black filtered coffee down on the saggy couch facing the sun.
“I always knew I was a cat,” she mused to herself as she stretched out her body to
soak in the most of the suns rays. She lit a cigarette and watched the smoke rings
haze her vision above her horizontal body.
She was alone. Surrounded by the lazy, yet exhilarating nightlife energy at 10:00
a.m. This is the space, the scene, the subculture, into which she can completely
“Alone with my thoughts, a coffee, a cigarette, and the sun.”
That’s how she liked it.
Sylvie sits. Forever faking calm in a cloud of chaos.
Breanne heard the Smiths-This Charming Man, and saw middle-aged men still drinking from the night before at a cafe she stumbled into in Berlin with a friend. This is what resulted. She wants to capture moments of feelings and conflict and somehow translate them into words. It’s a constant struggle. But she’s taking the advice of an old Professor- the themes one struggles with are usually the ones most necessary and worth exploring in your life.