Yes, you guys. 1969. There I sat. On the balcony of the house of holiday pleasures, overlooking the bay of Plettenberg Bay. Rather late at night. The Bee Gees was singing to my toned ears. The Bay was humming along. The dolphins were swirling with the waves. The sharks were sirkling too.

And you guys sang. Like the essence of a longing soul.

Thank you Bee Gees. Your song was filling my flowerness night.

You got to my developing soul.

On the very next day I start swimming, with a vengeance, to the soul of your aching song.