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I needed a little bit of money but did not expect to
get any in our house - there was a very-very limited amount that usually did not
suffice for too much. It so happened that shortly after that, Zorica, approached
me with an interesting proposition - not sexual you dirty minded people - just
kidding she was a regular slut and we had sex quite a lot - come to think of it,
perhaps I was the slut! Be that as it may, her father had become afflicted with
some kind of deteriorating/shaking disease (probably Parkinson's) and he had
difficulty getting dressed in the morning. He did not allow his daughter to help
him, so I got a job - 2 lei a day.
In one of my trying to fit in
moments, I exchanged impressions with some of my classmates - a lot of them got
treated to a similar fortune telling audio/visual experience. Somehow, kicking
it all around we (and by that I mean me) came up with a new name for Madam
Zorica: Panorama Mama.
After some time had passed, I went back to Madam
Zorica with a tiny
little bundle of snowdrops - traditional lovers gift in the Romanian spring -
she did show me some amazing secrets that I have never forgotten. I did ask her
about her love of young boys and she gave me that smile again, though this time,
it seemed sad and sweet as well.
She then told me that a man had knocked her up, then knocked out
two of her teeth when she told him and left. Besides, she said "your little
dicks are so much sweeter!"
I
finally went back to Bucharest after 53 years - tried to look for the old places
- driving from a flea market on Calea Vitan, I was getting so excited as the
numbers went down - 245, 205, 195, 165 - anyway the one after 107 was the "Bucuresti
Mall." The place that I was born in, the taverns, the park, the farmer's market,
my little Argyle Alley as well as the place where I used to go and admire my
Panorama Mama in all her exquisite, ecstatic and unmatchably sweet debauchery,
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