The drukars

It was in the capital city of Norwegia, Oslo in 1970. There were those familiar sitting places, the Östban, the Andy pub, the Rosen Cellar, all of them quite well known among those hoodlums who has time go from bar to bar always looking something.

Moreover, there was also the Marrocos bar in the Car Johan. Apart from previous drinking houses, this bar contained just one breed, like Marrocos and Algerian.

However, the initial starting place was the Östban, at the central station. It was a meeting place for the street hustlers, jobless sailors, and petty criminals.

The first time I was Bergen, it was morning, and I was sitting in the Östban, There was quite a long queue along the vitrine waiting for their tur to the chancier. I saw a man wearing a net blue jacket picking up sandwiches form the vitrine, then carrying the loot with determining fashion to tables around, giving me too, one of those sandwiches, saying' Pisa',

As far as I registered of his movements, he didn't pay any öre of em'.

Later I got to know him by his nickname Bergen, he was an ext Norwegian sailor and was beaching.

One day I was sitting again at the bar of the Östban. I was sitting with a short, muscular villain, named Jokke. Jokke was a hard drinker and hardworking thief as well. There was not a day he didn't steal something. He lifted from the shops and stole anything else.

During the night he had hit his head again moving auto buss and had been carried to a hospital, then escaped from the hospital without any treatment, the sore still open so that the white bone of the inner skull loomed out.

Bergen joined us and after a couple of beer said that he has a friend in the military base of Nato, and we could pay a visit to the Nato's stronghold and have a cheaper beer for export, we should take a train and travel over there. And so we did, after an hour we came up the gate of the Nato. The guard at the gate began to check through the long list trying to find the name of the friend of Bergen. All that time Jokke was down and very silent, sitting on earth he then lay on his back rightened his legs and then it struck him, his body started twisting and his legs kicking into the air, and he moned, he was just at the same physical and mental state as the daying shipmate in the book of Sea Wulf.

The guard looked down from a small window and saw Jokke twisting his legs on the ground; The sight seemed driven the guard in a panic because he shouted out form his hole"Get hell for here, right now!