About You, GirlsIn my pre-school childhood, I found film in the yard with my German friend Vanka Mets. There were 10 photographs on it. When I held it up to the light I discovered a naked woman the size of a cockroach. I could make it out, and remembered it, despite my inexperience and the minuteness of the picture.
“t**s in dough!” Vanka sighed, giving a delighted whistle.
He demanded that I burn the film with matches, afraid that the adults would be angry. “It’s forbidden, you go to jail for that, maniacs leave this stuff lying around,” he said, feverishly sneezing. He was in a hurry, but I wasn’t. Before he burned it, I looked at the photos again. And I even held the burning film in my hands, looking through the fire and light, so I burned my fingers.
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