QueeAndJiggy OPIbiza 1969 · Hippie time · Jig works as a translator in a real state agency His main business is to draw up sales contracts which may be tricky. Some strange names make him laugh: Madame Henriette Spaghettini, date of birth not specified; Monsieur R. Spaghettini, born May 11, 1899, Le-feu-de-la-Passion, Haut-Savoie, France, interested to acquire Campo Podrido, asking price: 23,000,000 Pts ... He likes better to be outdoors establishing first contacts with clients. Those, who are mad on buying a so-called FINCA, old rotten farmhouses in isolated spots. After a visiting tour, quite often clients forget the reason they came for. Some would like to touch Manuel’s handsome leather pants. Especially on days when the young man appears in shorts. Some women would like to touch more of the extravagant guy ... At this moment his boss and youth friend Federico sticks his bib into the matter. To make the best of a bad job. “Go back to the office!” Federico whispers. “And pull the damned leather pants off! Don’t you have other garments? A tie certainly wouldn’t do any harm to your narcissistic body. Prepare the bubbly, the cheap one! Must be some left over from last week. Don’t forget to clean the champagne flutes. And get a Havana cigar for Señor Santamaria.” Jig chuckles. He is extraordinarily well paid by his former schoolmate. But he knows, for a longer term an imaginative spirit needs a more adventurous job. He jumps onto his motorbike. “¡A sus órdenes, comandante!” short leather pants, leather shorts, hippie-time, hippie era, sixties, 60s, finca, kurze Lederhose, Ledershorts, Hippiezeit, Ibiza, Eivissa, Snakiestory, 60er-Jahre,
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