The vibe in the room complements the disco ball above the dance floor, flashing red and yellow lights and the sounds emitting Till Lindemann's voice. "No vaping here".. I direct a customer as I approach him. The stranger, without bothering to reply, with a distant look in his eyes, continues to stare at the disco ball as the white plume of smoke from his mouth turns blue,green, yellow. "It's not vape.......... it's just .......memories " he replies in a serene voice, his right palm clenched to his left wrist. The lights in the room start to turn dim as the disco ball starts flashing green lights resembling a satellite emitting laser beam. The smoke plume turns orange, the orange of wild fire. The customer leans forward to grab his spirit of choice, revealing the tattoo etched on his wrist '0-BBY'. I remove my mask and emit a plume of orange smoke myself. He hands me a drink as I sit beside him. "To Alderaan," we say as our glasses clink, and as we hear the speakers blaring ' Ich bin Ausländer, Ausländer......'