t’s Saturday night and my sister Marida is putting on her make up at home in the kitchen. As a 10 year old boy I cherish this moment: listening to the transistor radio, a Mantano in the ashtray, make up items spread out on the table. All this holds a promise to me: a peek in the world of adolescents and the excitement of going out, meeting people and experiencing things at night. I’m looking forward to doing those things myself. In the meantime my sister transforms from just being my sister to a femme fatale. It’s moments like these that have contributed to my fascination for women as enchanting beings. After many years of hitting the town I still enjoy going out at night; you never know what will happen that night and who you will meet.