VESO PORTARSKY

  With Luca to Formula 1 in Monte Carlo The Formula 1 Grand Prix in Monte Carlo was in full swing. The city streets were no longer driven by cars but by artworks on wheels, each gear change sounding as if the devil himself were crouching inside the clutch. I was there with my friend Luca – born in Italy, a DJ and womanizer in Berlin, and in Monte Carlo officially just a “tourist.” We stood near the harbor, hemmed in by people, engine noise, and security fences, behind which moved the world of the rich: film and football stars, models, and billionaires. All the beauty of the world seemed to belong to the VIP paddock club that day. We didn’t. The sky was deep blue, the sun burned down on us. It was clear: we had to find a better spot for ourselves soon. “ I think up there on the rooftop terrace you can get a good view of the race too,” Luca said, pointing at a posh building right by the track. He wore an unbuttoned white linen shirt that generously revealed his smooth-shaven ches...

  Dieter from the Curry Stand – or: Techniques for Getting Past Bouncers and Long Lines The University of the Arts in Berlin organized a legendary party every summer, where students showcased their art – but there were also plenty of great DJs, cold drinks, and delicious food. By now, word had spread throughout Berlin and the surrounding area that not only the students and their friends, but the whole of Berlin wanted to be there. “Man, Veso – where are you?!” Lukas’s voice sounded excited. “What’s up?” I asked in return. I knew he was always out and about and picked only the best parties. “Get over here! To the  University of the Arts   ! Too many beautiful women! I’m going crazy! I need your help!” Lukas knew how to convince me with just a few words. When I arrived, I saw a line stretching from the university entrance almost all the way to the zoo. I went straight to the front and saw that there was a high table with a guest list – and another entrance for regular g...

Dieter von der Currybude – oder: Techniken, um Türsteher und lange Schlangen zu überwinden Die Universität der Künste in Berlin organisierte jeden Sommer eine legendäre Feier, bei der die Studierenden ihre Kunst zur Schau stellten – aber es wurden auch viele DJs, Getränke und Essen angeboten. Es hatte sich in Berlin und Umgebung längst herumgesprochen, dass nicht nur die Studierenden und ihre Freunde, sondern ganz Berlin hinwollte. „ Man, Veso – wo bist du?!“, die Stimme von Lukas klang aufgeregt. „Was ist los?“, fragte ich zurück. Ich wusste, dass er viel unterwegs war und immer die besten Partys auswählte. „Komm her! Zur UdK! Zu viele hübsche Frauen! Ich werde verrückt! Ich brauche deine Hilfe!“ Lukas wusste, wie er mich mit wenigen Worten überzeugen konnte. Als ich ankam, sah ich eine Schlange, die vom Eingang der Uni fast bis zum Zoo reichte. Ich ging ganz nach vorne und sah, dass es einen Stehtisch mit Gästeliste gab – und einen anderen Eingang für die normalen Gäste. „ Lu...