There is not a day when I go out and some elderly person does not plunge to me and
hugged me, saying he or she has been hindered. Most of the time, in such cases they do
this unconsciously, but somehow they want it very much. I remember a case where an
old woman stretched towards me with avidity, and I was still avoiding her.
- Let me touch you, you bastard, she burst out, exasperated.
I had an elderly collaborator who was desperate to touch me, like a horny gay, but he
had family, kids and looked after women when we were going somewhere.
As for the elderly woman, you will say it was sexual vampirism, but she caught only my
elbow. I would not wonder Chinese traditional medicine to know that this place is a knot
of energy, because all these vampires were targeting it.
At one point I lived whole summer in a villa for rent to tourists who came to the seaside.
The owner's mother, very old, infirm, was staying on a terrace almost all day, enjoying
the rest of her life. Terrible world created the Trainers...clean sadism. She looked
indifferent to all those who were coming and going, but when I appeared and did not go
directly into the room, I went under the shade, to eat, “she crumbled”how she could and
put herself 1-2 meters away from me. Every time.
At the opposite end, children, even very small when they see me, stop whatever they do,
including crying, and they do not take their eyes off me, usually with a great expression
of delight.
But, let's say these are stupid little issues. I spent 30 summers at the seaside, all season,
with my job...I had a beach area to inspect (I skip over the details) and going through the
burning sun I still thought how good can it be to go into the water, to cool myself. But I
did not have the courage because I had a lot of money with me every time, and it would
meant either to leave them on the shore or to get into the water with both situations
unacceptable. So I'm taking the heat, no choice...At one point, I have seen a deserted
place, because the first part of the sand, the one on the cliff, was full of sharp shells,
because nobody had ever gathered them, and the other was many rocks and it was
difficult to get to the water, although there were only 7-8 meters. But beyond them, it
was a small bay with clear water and very little deep. A few years, over 10, I thought I
could stop there because it was not a man's tip. Never. Neither in that place, nor in the
immediate vicinity. It was ideal for me. But I almost always hurried, thinking I was
messing up my clothes, maybe slipping through the rocks...one day I broke the slave
chains and made a bath.
I'm neither lying nor exaggerating...as soon as I came out to dry, they started to flow
from all sides, like sharks to prey, people to that place. Somehow cold, with a great