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It looked as a storm is coming; suddenly it became dark and quiet. He was walking the known passage along the river, where he often was looking and usually was finding a moment of rest from predatory hum- drum existence. This time, probably due to the turbulent weather the avenue was empty. Only in a distance exerting eyes one could see two persons who were walking in the same direction as he…

He was thinking of nothing special, being happy of the possibility of existing without necessity of any activity.

Two persons upfront became close enough for him to recognize that they were women. They were walking with much slower pace, consequently and gradually he was seeing more new details of their sylhuette…,

He could already define: they were young, slim, well dressed. May be beautiful.

They indeed became a center of his attention…

He was a member of a tribe of happy dark skin people, who have everything in an abundance, what in their understanding meant well being. His passion are women, he is absorbed by an unusual richness that comes from the tension between a women and a man, and he considers himself especially able to take it in full. In his vanity he thinks that he is a shaman of sex and therefore it is his duty to accept all the rituals which the deity sends to his imagination. He does not know a women who would question his mission. The opinion of other tribesmen in this matter is unimportant.

At that time he is standing aside following the next falling bird with his spear and this funny band around his hips which is unable to cover his erected penis while one of the women slides a little bit ofher tongue and rests it on the upper lip when setting for a next shot. Stamping from one leg to another he feels a desire with a strange to him consciousness that he will never be able to fulfill it. He would not even know what to do with these strange costumes on their bodies...

Besides this strange women have not even once looked at any of tribesmen the way women of his village looked at him constantly, with a look of desire and acceptance.

Then the newcomers leave the village. Life returns to normal, jet he cannot accept it, thinking that it is cowardice. This what happened is uprooting the sense of their existence thus he should resist it.

He tries to hunt what was always his inspiration and a source of satisfaction. Now this activity looks miserably senseless. He still has in memory the echo of shooting and a hum of birds falling down.

He also tries women, but their too well known chasm and the obviousness of how they open their tights fills him with disgust.

He masturbates for a few days in a presence of the of white women drawing which he engraved on the rock.

Then he impales himself on his own spear...

He passed by the chatting women. When the first large drop of rain rest on his face hethought with a sorrow that he belongs to those who after a cataclysm are capanle

of returning to normality.

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The End

This show is dedicated

to

J. Kabicz from Warsow.

Translated by Zofia Borowska