There's was once a young couple, half a world apart, and painfully in love. The young wanderer, alone, held their lover to heart, and sighing, wrote a note, kissed it, folded it, and hid it in the strange city. Later, they whispered in the beloved's ear: "I have left you a kiss for you, in the City of Beautiful Wind" And written in light before the home-bound lover, appeared this poem: Love Triangles Un triangulo blanco en el estómago de la bestia al lado de su yegua adentro la casa de hospitalidad donde te encontré en mis sueños Otro triángulo naranjado caído como moneda de mi bolsillo desaparecido debajo la caja adentro de la ciudad de remedios donde me llegó un dolor de garganta y ansia de corazón The lover took this strange poem to his (much smarter) friends, and together they unraveled its secrets. And so, on THIS day, one of their brethren, the intrepid (and barefoot) Hektik Hektor, is on the ground in la Reina del Plata searching for the message. This token confirms that the holder was in the room that day, OR that the holder bought that person a much-needed beer, which everyone knows is the moral equivalent of attendance. It confers no other membership, utility or consideration, express or intrinsic, far as I know, you do you.