CLUB TROPICANA PARALLEL VIENNA 2018/ 2.16

ESTHER VÖRÖSMARTY/ A MARTINA LUEF/ A

Quixotic people spread the word, why don’t we have a taste of paradise all across the world? Pack your pouch and leave your affairs, feel the exuberance that everybody dares. Doff the armor, avoid your coup de grâce and meet the place where membership’s a smiling face!
At Club Tropicana you join the carefree fray, no worries, there’s no need to pay, just ascend the gaudy throne and create your own comfort zone. A mirror ball spins underneath the palm oil trees, reflecting the beautiful halo as you dance in the sea breeze. After you tripped the light fantastic your body sweats like wrapped in plastic, frivolous hanky-panky at the pool whilst you suntan looking super cool, watch the waves break at the bay, life’s a full-time summer holiday! Everyone has left the cage, at Club Tropicana IQ doesn’t have to be higher than age, here escapism and lovers meet, kissing in Tropicana’s glary green summer heat. Ceasefire in the hall of mirrors, you think about life as your creation, asking if it’s just imagination? Poised on a knife-edge between shame and glory you laugh about this success story and then you stop to think and have another free umbrella drink.

Annabella Khom