Babel's cafe...

is a meeting place for people from different planets . Those people come there from their respective planets to escape from their troubled worlds. Some of them get stranded there for quite a while, like refugees. The problem is they don't speak the same language. However they managed to find a common communication channel, through the Arts. I can see that from my vintage point at the corner of the cafe, I'm the dragon shaped red neon sign permanently awake, watching over these multiple entities coming there to connect. My creator put me there one day to be the guardian of this place. This place has no secret for me. Had my creator endowed me with speech abilities, I'd have many stories to tell, but I guess that was not his intention, so I'm doomed to be the silent witness of all these mini events, dramas, and great spirits encounters here. I don't know yet why it is so, and sometimes I get tired of staying still there, so I flicker a bit. But of course nobody understands why I do so. They don't understand my mute signs any better than they understand each other's languages. My new mistress is a genuine astral entity, and as such she has allowed all this to happen. She has allowed all the lost souls to connect here. Lately I think I understood there is some trouble going on here, I'm not sure she's gonna be able to keep me. That would be too bad, just when she had installed those heaters that make the place cosy for me at night, when the entities leave the place and the cafe becomes that quiet, dimly lit lighthouse. Sometimes, even late, one of the entities, a male, stays there alone, right in front of me, sitting in front of another light device, a rectangle shaped luminous thing, with a platform covered with strange keys that he types on, tap-tap,tap... I don't know what he's doing with that thing, probably sending messages to his home planet, or possibly regenerating himself, I noticed that thing seems to be fed with the same type of energy as I am. You can plug it or unplug it. They never unplug me, though, so I guess I'm receiving a special treatment or priviledge. However I wish I could show my mistress how thankful I am that she never unplugs me, I wish maybe I could transform myself into an animated dragon, and thus become an attraction that would draw more business here. I think I'm gonna write a letter to that Santa entity, like those guys do, and ask him Santa please, allow my mistress to keep me.