¶ ♫♫♪ There is a house in New Orleans..They call the Rising Sun...And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy...And God I know I'm one.... ¶ ♫♫♪ ( House of the rising sun , The Animals,1964) It is called the Beach but no sea around... They say it is this is the holy month but it is business as always. Another day another crowd whose thirst need to be quenched. Thirst of being on holiday and letting their hair down and needing to have a memorable time of their life. Exciting memories eased with the aura of being a millionaire in a third world country where goods and services are dirt cheap and are your disposal at a whistle or a snap of the finger. Thirst of desire to savour all pleasures before the final call, octogenarians flock here. Like a scene from the opening scene of 'Manchurian Candidate (1962)' or 'Good Morning Vietnam', the club was a shangri-la with flowing golden intoxicating juices, music to soothe the ears and to reenact the...
It is all Mimesis