yullah - hot street, warm nights, arabic sweets and rhythms and westpac through a hoopkah cloud. People everywhere; young , lebanese, greek , all fly-ethnics.. its all westend as the beat kicks in .. apple cinamon tobacco, no parking spots, backgammon, baclava and Andrew on yet another mission to god knows where?. Big hotted up cars and boys with toys and skinny girls, homeless asking for "cigarettes"- loose change; the occasional fight, the occasional "skip"; chrome mags , big stereos , "wogs" lattes and chais .. Theres Theo on yet another smoke break from the bank.. Raiyaz with his cool strut.. trying " to cut down", Mundah playing kichen nazi- how many brothers did he have?, Andreas and another big a## kick motorbike.. Bec, Cynthia, mbweeda, late afternoon chess- "Andrew pull that blind down"- gorgeous Tony with the sweet green eyes- Butch, Mary, Kat, Ivan, Mitch , the Moubaraks- could never work out which one of the brothers I fancied most. Charlton next door with the "other" crowd, food stall in the middle- used to be latif's?, lebanese Nik's expanding retail empire - how many different shop assistants does one man need!!?. And of course the ever fashion ready lychee crowd who looked on so bemusedly as they catwalk- sached by - noses ever so determinedly pointed in another direction... Ahh..memories are made of this !!!... so pull up a stool.. and join us as we pay homage to the little coffee shop that was. MB
Holding space is about making people feel supported in their feelings, not about trying to solve their problems.
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