Club Tropicana—Parallel Vienna 2018/2.16, Esther Vörösmarty and Martina Luef. Quixotic people spread the word—why not taste paradise worldwide? Pack your pouch, leave your affairs, and embrace the exuberance. Doff the armor, skip the coup de grâce, and enter where membership’s just a smiling face! At Club Tropicana, worries fade—no need to pay. Ascend the gaudy throne, create your comfort zone. A mirror ball spins under palm trees, casting halos as you dance in the sea breeze. After tripping the light fantastic, your body glistens like plastic. Poolside hanky-panky, suntanning cool, waves crashing—life’s a summer holiday! Here, escapism and lovers meet, kissing in Tropicana’s green summer heat. In the hall of mirrors, you ponder: Is life just imagination? Balanced between shame and glory, you laugh—then sip another free umbrella drink. Annabella Khom