In the ghetto

"When I enter a cafe, the first thing I perceive are implements" Sartre said. When Robotklww enters a cafe, the first thing he notices is the stench - smoke, stale beer, sweat, dusty perfume. After that he notices the refuge of mankind: the beer bellies, sagging tits, painted faces, hooligan types. Sartre proceeds to come to the fantastic, via  absurd manifestations of the waiters, which appear as normal behaviour. "...plunged all at once into the heart of the fantastic." Now Sartres' cafe is French, so more sophisticated. The Dutch cafe of Robotklww is filled with alcoholic calvinists and their whores. They have biblical names like Levi and Joseph, they are bigots and hypocritical, they are Dutch. The cafe of Robotklww stands in the so-called cultural third world of Europe, the Dutch ghetto from where it is impossible to escape. Where 'art' is a dirty word and the artist is better of dead.