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! |