Luca pulled up his jeans and we followed our way to the top of the hill. The view was magnificent. We could see his grandfather's farm and noticed that the Libian was still there - that's to say, his bedouin tent was. We didn't know the meaning of that and decided to wait and see.
I strolled a bit over the hill. I called for Luca, he came, kissed me and started to undress me. From a distance voices came to us. First we didn't know where to look, but then we saw where its origin: a lot of people enjoying mud like pigs. Luca suggested to join them and so we did!
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