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       In the normal society: in which I moved from an early age: I had to keep my free mind in
check and swallow the admiring remarks about the male appearance: that it sometimes threw on my
tongue.
       No: I was never attracted to men: but somehow I felt: that this gent was something extra
- I don't know:  maybe other normal men feel it too  and are silent  - it's hard to deduce any-
thing from the puzzled faces: with which even the women always answered me.
       It's definitely related to normal society: from which:  as a more shy person:   I didn't
want to stand out and the fact: that it was never a big problem for me:  since:  as I say: when
it came to matters related to love: I was only interested in people of the opposite sex.
       Normal society moves  for the most part  on the ground:   on which it stands firmly with
both feet:  and in fact:  looks at any bursts of soaring enthusiasm  with incomprehension   and
incredulity - so:  I occasionally satisfied myself with eruptions directed towards women: songs
and engrossing stories  - and as a manifestation of my unbridledness and personal authenticity:
that was enough for me.
       Anyway:  the heat: that flared up on my chest and spread around my stomach: always stop-
ped somewhere about half a centimeter above my navel and didn't go any further.
       Never. Until the moment he appeared in my life. Bryan.

       Perhaps my whole strange life led to this event: but it is also possible that because of
its emotional charge: everything that followed was its child.
       :Imagine suddenly lying: completely naked in front of a girlishly beautiful young man in
shiny uniform: who looks at you with big brown eyes and smiles: as you try to hide your growing
erection. Well?

       It happened in room number 719.
       The hotel was full of soldiers in the morning: because  the army  decided to upgrade its
premises in the northern arm: and the barracks were temporarily occupied by the vacuum.
       At half past seven:  during a few minutes of swarming:   all the troops disappeared out-
side for their hard tactical tasks: and my colleagues and I started cleaning.
       The corner of the seventh floor saluted me with straight curtains:  bright stars outside
the window and smooth moonscape of the bed.
       The sheet shimmering was caressing my eyesight and.. I know.. very: very unprofessional.
       The thought of the soft fabric on my skin  stripped me of my clothes:  the long  ambient
wave I was riding then:  covered me with a beautiful tune:  linen darkness lullingly carried me
away..