Two German backpacker-tourists relax at the expense of my
face whilst they are waiting at the bus stop.
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‘Guck, ein Sklave! Lass uns ihn benutzen, um
unsere Füße auszuruhen!’ |
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‘Wie gefällt es dir, Sklave?’ |
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‘Vielleicht möchtest du meine Socken riechen?’ |
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‘Mach Platz für mengen bloen Fuss. Ech wëll, datt hien et
richen!’ |
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‘Kein Lecken, Sklave!’ |
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Fortunately, I speak German. So I know what my two tormentresses are saying! |
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They are basically asking me how I am liking it - having their stinky bare and socked feet on my face? |
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It is, of course, a rhetorical question. Which is fortuitous, since I am in no position to reply! |
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I'm just a dumb, bus-stop footslave, for people to rest their weary feet on whilst they await their bus! |
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I hear the two German girls laughing high above me |
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But I'm not laughing |
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I'm breathing in their stinky foot-air! |