The waitresses at Paradise Exiles: Agata, the Goddess

Paradise Exiles, short “Exiles” is the simple beach cafe in Sliema, that I have mentioned several times already. You have to know where it is, because you cannot see it from the road. There is no sign pointing to it. You can only see it from the sea. In the evening you could locate it by the music from the jukebox, which they turn on quite strongly after sunset. But last year someone built a much bigger and posher beach club right next to it, so you would probably fall into this one. It is called “The Exiles”, which is confusing only to tourists. The entire beach is called “Exiles”. The only thing not called “Exiles” at this beach is the bus stop which originally was called “Ghaddir”. There was a bus stop called “Exiles”, but this was one stop closer to St. Julians, beyond the Exiles beach. You may ask, why didn't they call the bus stop at the Exiles beach “Exiles”? In order to understand this, you have to know the recent history of the Maltese bus system. But I will elaborate on this in another post.

Exiles, the simple beach cafe, is all about atmosphere. Without the atmosphere you would not want to be there. The atmosphere is provided by a great location and generally great music from the jukebox. The music selected by the guests fits the name, “Paradise Exiles”. The second most frequently played title is “Sympathy for the Devil” from the Stones' album “Beggers Banquet” (sic). Number three is Peter Tosh'es “Legalize It”, the lead title of his album. Number one is, surprisingly, “Thunder on the Mountain” from Bob Dylan's “Modern Times”. But in order to make the Exiles a ”Gesamtkunstwerk” in the sense of Viennese “Jugendstil” you need generally great waitresses, too. They are the subject of this and the following posts.

The most memorable one was Agata, a student from the Karpat mountains in Slovakia. Agata simply had one of the most beautiful bodies I have ever seen. Agata was maybe 178 cm tall. She had incredibly long legs, which were supporting a delightfully shaped ass. The ass provided a solid basis for a perfect torso. Her breasts' estimated dimensions, 80 B (+- 7 % estimation error, p=0.05), were a harmonic fit to her body. Her arms were perfect, too, not too slim, not too strong. Her face was quite pleasant, although a friend of mind claimed to detect a tiny bit of a ducklike flavor. I disagree and  I would not have minded this at all, because I find totally perfect looking women not sexy at all. I think a slight imperfection is preferable, as it makes them lascivious. She was always perfectly tanned as she spent much of her free time on the beach below the cafe. This had the advantage that you could revere her not just on her working days.

Agata was a very friendly girl, too. Whenever I ordered something, she would serve it exactly the way I wished it, without me having too tell her. Whether it was with more salad or more potatoes, any special spices, extra ice with the drinks, she remembered all my preferences and made sure that I got them. Of course she always told me, if she would not advise me to order something I wanted. Once I complained that the music was too loud and I could not talk with my friend. She immediately tried to persuade the manager to turn the volume down, although she told me that other guests had requested the same and he had always refused. But when I asked her, she would insist so much with the manager, that he did turn down the volume – on the next evening.

Agata was totally faithful, too. She would always be alone on the beach. Her boyfriend served his term in the Slovak army, which was the reason why she went ot Malta during summer. She knew him from school and never had had a different one. She described him as being extremely kind and warm. A perfect fit. 

 

Unfortunately it meant that I had no chance with Agata. But I will remember her as the goddess of the waitresses at the Exiles.

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