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Dalya was sitting with her brother beside me in the 9 seater mini bus the Yank girl was at the front with the driver/guide and some other prat who was a teacher we'd passed into Germany and were travelling along to the next base camp I was reading Solzhenitsyn’s Gulag book what's that about? Dalya asked Russian labour camps between 1918 and 1958 I said heavy she said haven't you anything lighter? no I said I only brought this to fill in the time between camps looks boring she said the death of millions can never be boring I said some of my relations died in the **** camps she said her brother said Auschwitz Uncle and Auntie died in and our grandparents so not boring then I said Dalya shrugged her shoulders guess not she looked away I read on for a while I thought of Dalya the evening before at the first base camp after putting up the tents she said that Yank ***** did nothing to put our tent up stood there yakking to the driver/guide she in her leathers and tight pants and I have to share with her and it's all about what she's doing and how the guys are all over her and she with the posh sleeping bag and Dalya went on over drinks at the base camp bar you can always share with me I said why would I? she said why wouldn't you? I said I’ve only just met you the other day she said what do you take me for? a pretty girl out for a good time in a foreign land I said I can't anyway she said she's in my tent and my brother shares with you she was right of course but the thought was there even if the opportunity wasn't she glared at the Yank girl's head in front I read about the NKVD or whatever they were called and sensed Dalya's body next to mine her thigh touching against me I closed the book and looked out at the passing view at fields and trees and the sky of washed out blue.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
WASHED OUT SKY.
Dalya was sitting with her brother beside me in the 9 seater mini bus the Yank girl was at the front with the driver/guide and some other prat who was a teacher we'd passed into Germany and were travelling along to the next base camp I was reading Solzhenitsyn’s Gulag book what's that about? Dalya asked Russian labour camps between 1918 and 1958 I said heavy she said haven't you anything lighter? no I said I only brought this to fill in the time between camps looks boring she said the death of millions can never be boring I said some of my relations died in the **** camps she said her brother said Auschwitz Uncle and Auntie died in and our grandparents so not boring then I said Dalya shrugged her shoulders guess not she looked away I read on for a while I thought of Dalya the evening before at the first base camp after putting up the tents she said that Yank ***** did nothing to put our tent up stood there yakking to the driver/guide she in her leathers and tight pants and I have to share with her and it's all about what she's doing and how the guys are all over her and she with the posh sleeping bag and Dalya went on over drinks at the base camp bar you can always share with me I said why would I? she said why wouldn't you? I said I’ve only just met you the other day she said what do you take me for? a pretty girl out for a good time in a foreign land I said I can't anyway she said she's in my tent and my brother shares with you she was right of course but the thought was there even if the opportunity wasn't she glared at the Yank girl's head in front I read about the NKVD or whatever they were called and sensed Dalya's body next to mine her thigh touching against me I closed the book and looked out at the passing view at fields and trees and the sky of washed out blue.
A BOY AND GIRL TRAVELLING THROUGH EUROPE IN 1974.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
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