HAMBURG STAY 1974.

At Hamburg at base camp young Dalya says to me what a dump have to put up our tents that Yorkshire bitch couldn't find her arse with both hands let alone put up tents but it's done mostly by me not her standing there mouth open suggesting this or that I watch her taking out a ciggie and light it with my blue cheap lighter then lit my cigarette thanks she says how'd you get on with that Aussie guy? He was good knew the ropes had it up in no time I tell her let's go for a large beer and burger at some bar she tells me so we go to some joint in a field order beers and burgers and French fries I like her she's sassy and up front and has nice soft melons pushing through her tee shirt she talks on I listen to her voice and music from high up loudspeakers some rock stuff and wonder if we might at some time in some way nestle down in some place she talks on studying my hazel eyes and brown bearded face.

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