Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll

as if I were her friend, because she thought I was an inoffensive little seventh grader and so that was okay, only it was with her that I felt for the first time that now it was not okay and everything had changed and it was for me to love a woman, really to love, because that repulsive, unnatural, knowing distinction between love and lust only came later.

“There’s something wrong with me,” I told El perhaps a year ago. “I’m dreaming whores and corpses.”

He couldn’t say “Bollocks” to that and acknowledged the seriousness of the situation.

“When I was training,” El began, although he is not usually one for long stories, “I dreamed about shooting, and there was no fantasy about it, it was completely real, in completely natural surroundings with all the details of a specific shooting range, your breathing the same, the recoil, the shot sucking you into itself, all for real, taking just as much concentration and energy. Damn it, I was trying to sleep! I want to rest when I’m asleep!” A short pause. “Now I’ve packed all that in the dreams have stopped.” We both guffawed, fully aware of the absurdity of thinking we could “pack it in” in our situation. No regrets. An over- sensitive conscience has been the ruin of many a man, the cause of much suffering, and we did not do suffering, just

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