Ibiza, September 2020

Deborah and I spent one night at our friend‘s house, whom we know since teenager times in Munich. He picked us up from the airport and we arrived just on time for sunset on his rooftop. With a long lasting night with food and drinks to be followed.

Next day, we go snorkeling below the cliffs nearby his house and sunbath laying on the hot stone slabs. On the way climbing back up, it hits me suddenly. I feel totally high of something I must have taken without knowing about it. Absolutely super stoned with a fast running heartbeat I need to sit down under a shading bush and think about what I must have in my blood right now. What the hell is going on? I am told to eat something cause maybe it is just a lack of nutrition. So I eat a whole bowl of vegetables cooked in a yummy green pesto sauce, which is the rest of what I had already eaten in the morning.

And suddenly, it hits me again. Damn! My body reacts and wants to puke out something that has intoxicated me, it seems. In panic and stressed out, I want to go to the hospital. Then our friend realizes that the pesto sauce I ate was made out of marihuana leaves. Good to know at least what sort of drug I took, but really wanna get rid of this immaculate stoned state of mind and body. The doctor in the hospital sits in front of me, on the edge of the table with his armes crossed on his chest, laughing with his assistant about me. About the patient who ‚accidentally’ got high. He does not believe a word I say, of course, and tells me to rest and go back home to relax and wait until its over. On Ibiza, hospitals are very used to treating patients on drugs of a variety, the largest existing in the whole world probably. He says I have “un colocón del copón“ with a “re-colocón” as I ate twice that green yummy pesto sauce in veggies. After measuring my blood pressure, there is nothing to be done for me. Somehow I feel better.
Back home, I spent the rest of the day laying on the sofa listening to music while eating sweet overripe bananas and lots of chocolate bars.

Quite a few Parkis use Marijuana to relax their shivering arms and legs. I have seen a handful of documentaries and articles on medical hemp and marihuana applications. But surely I wont be the perfect Parki to deal with it like that, when shivers and dyskinese start to take over my body. Don‘t like to be stoned, not at all. I prefer a few drops of CBD oil under my tongue, just before going to sleep, in order to sleep thru. Have become a very light sleeper. Another sunset on the rooftop, dinner by the fire place in the garden and early night to be followed.

People from Ibiza
Oh, people from Ibiza
Boys from Wonderland
People from Ibiza
Oh, people from Ibiza
Girls from Wonderland

( Sandy Marton, 1984 )