Wednesday, November 10, 2010

seventh cycling trip


Let's get it over with, I tell Safet. Even though I don’t feel like it at all. In a huge chamber there are at least a hundred girls. I see some that I already know among them. Ones I have slept with once, ones I have slept with several times, ones who have been waiting their turn for a while, and ones who are here for the first time now. Everyone is hoping, hoping that I will choose them. Safet doesn’t say a word, no-one does, everyone is looking down. The air is at a standstill in the silence. They really bought well, I notice; I could be choosing for a while. I would choose, but then one of the girls does something that no-one has yet dared to do. She lifts her head and looks into my eyes.

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