31/10/2020
How’s it go again? It’s not the destination, it’s the journey? Right. So ... let this be a reminder of what once was, of a wonderful and strange place called Retox that so many of us came to call home; walls of art and cracked paint, crumbling sand and tags of old, that told a tale of Jager trains and flip pong, a song of beer bongs and winepedos, of ciggies and d***o darts, shower parties and clap outs, Alcoholympics and bacon slaps; Tatra Mountains, Death Rows and communal a**l beads; a razer tapped to a tooth brush; a whole lot of banging, and that random button on the balcony we had no idea what pressing it did. And you were warned when you first got here. P**s, s**t and cum. Don’t say you weren’t warned. But if you looked past all that, you could see something else. Something pretty fu***ng special. A place to be free. A home for the outcasts and losers that said f**k it to the world. Somewhere that told so many of us, finally, that it was okay we didn’t fit in with the rest of the world. Cos we could fit in together instead. We lucky few. We band of misfits. Who could be free together. And no matter how long you were here for, we all told this tale together. So it’s not the destination but the journey. But endings are important. Cos without the destination, what’s the journey worth? It’s with a real heavy heart and liver that we write - Retox is closing. Tonight is our swan song. It’s impossible to describe how a building can mean so much to someone, but for us, to know how much Retox means to so many people around the world is incredible. Once a guest, always family. It was a great little story we told here and hopefully, one day, more will be written, but for now the book of Retox is closed. All children, except one, grow up. So this is it for us and in the end all we have left to say is, yeah, you may never be this free again … but if you can find a way, well, then that is when we begin to live happily ever after. Who we baby ❌
