Trafika Europe 6 - Arabesque

ablation

learned at an early age that I should never envy other people. To each their own. Everyone has his or her own destiny. For all of the gold in the world, I wouldn’t switch places with any tough, big, handsome man kissing a wonderful woman. No. I’m fine like this. I tell myself that maybe he will contract a silent disease or maybe he will be hit by a tree in a storm and die or maybe be trapped by an avalanche because he is the kind of guy who likes to ski. Definitely not; destiny cannot be changed. It doesn’t do anything to construct it either. I look at the floor and I leave for the past. I remember my first morning woods. I was always afraid my mom would notice. I would run to the bathroom and splash cold water on it to make it go down. Then, I switch to

thinking about the games with the girls next door. Rubbing each other’s bodies while trying to make it look like we were playing something else. Carefreeness, laughter, shouts of joy, and then their breasts came in, followed by peach fuzz. She wouldn’t give it all away, but she liked to feel my penis against her body, even before marrying me. It was a wonderful time with vacations to Bretagne where my parents owned a nice house on Bréhat Island. We wouldn’t say anything, but we played at love without seriousness and without consequences. Why did we so often believe that preadolescence was so easy? It is just an illusion of time. I make a mental jump and pass from one phase of my life to the next; always connecting the phases to drama-free sex. Neither drama nor neurosis.

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