That evening we returned to the farm of Luca's grandfather. The Libian was gone - thank God. It was already late so we sneaked inside the barn of the workers. We hid in a small corner and looked what was happening. There were a lot of young guys and men undressing and getting ready for bed.
Just in front of me was a man with dark hair all over his body, especially in the pubic area. Obviously, everyone called him Boscimano (Bushman). While I was staring at the his pubes, Luca had arranged a straw mattress.
That night I had a restless sleep, struggling through jungles of pubes that hadn't been washed for ages......
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