He sadly felt like he was dying every moment and, renouncing the Bible, he would pick up and leaf through his old loyal friends—the faded pages of porn magazines and their intensely aroused naked bodies, baffling athletic poses, screams of pleasure frozen in the air, women’s melon-like long, droopy, wide, very wide, sweet cracks, worn and discolored curly lips, rough and flashy images, the eyes of couples swallowed in pleasure—and he would feel a warm affinity with everyone, distancing himself completely for a moment, drowning in that charming world of eternally moving bodies where everything is open and agonizing. The New Testament of the military base’s second battalion was the screening of porn movies on weekends, picked by him, for which the barracks were filled to the brim, soldiers e
