Well I'll retell the story almost at the end of my 25 years old, having spent months on spiritual reform and connecting my heart with someone I couldn't think about anymore. Turning the page, with my documents and my thin Argentine cards that were a lottery whether they would pass or not, I decided to follow low-cost mode and make a volunteer trip. I met a nurse who had gone to an NGO in Fiji Islands. I had very good references, and I got hooked, set up a health project to present to the ministry (which was rejected by the minister), but I still bought my tickets and after three hours and a half arrived in Suva, the capital of an archipelago of 300 islands with less than a million inhabitants in total. More boats and small planes and I was in the middle of nowhere, Posta posta. The man running the place wasn't too keen on doing social work, so I gladly went to see the 30+40 patients who came to the foundation every day. Everything worked very nicely, finished attending in a flowery shirt open and barefoot. Love! Immediately I became well-known throughout the region as Vuniwai... Doctor... Kaipalagi... Foreigner. Almost always had an invitation to food or tea, take kava which is like their mate. Life was quiet and peaceful. No controls or any kind of nonsense, the bed called at 7pm. Everything came very well, my birthday arrived and I hadn't connected to the internet for weeks... Sometimes sent letters when a bus or a truck went to town every week. Raji, the truck driver, was a super charming Indian guy and almost heavy with his invitations. Always some party, ceremony or receiving visits and I was invited. The problem is that Raji had received at least four injections of penicillin for different venereal diseases. I would joke, don't introduce me to any friends because I'll have to inject a kilo of Peni. He laughed but always threw an invitation. When he finds out it's my birthday says He heard that someone was going to organize something special. He arrives on Friday evening, leaves his old truck and talks to a couple of men from the village... After a while, he takes me to the coast and there's a wooden boat, used for fishing... -Let's go to Rabi! Ah, it's good! Many friends! -A nearby island with some tourism, unlike where we were, which had nothing. I celebrated and thanked him a bit, and well, a change of scenery would be nice, at least they had electricity, I wouldn't mind taking a cold beer. Raji was excited about his new friend, and we walked around the village, fixing things and looking for stuff... I chose a decent enough place to stay, and he gave me the keys to a big house on wooden pillars. I started preparing without knowing how many people were coming. Two hours later, Raji arrives with two Indian girls like him... Some sad-looking ones, it made me wonder how he convinced them to come. Morose-eyed, thin but with scars and neglect, they must have been over thirty years old for sure. Their lack of enthusiasm added to what didn't want to take alcohol, nor did they fit the dance... They were there because they were there. In a little while of party my friend Raji got pretty drunk with two lukewarm beer bottles and was already lying on the floor, fondling the friends clearly if they hadn't left he had paid them. It seemed kind of embarrassing to me, they didn't want to take off all their clothes but it seemed like they had agreed to certain sexual practices and weren't very comfortable. A half-failed party, I leave the house and there's an outdoor kitchen with a wood fire, I'm looking at things and get scared by a woman behind me. Her name was Sheesha or something, also Indian, about 20 years old, but her smiling face and long black hair to my booty made me sigh. She asks if I'm enjoying the party. -No, honestly it's not my style of parties, Raji is almost drunk and the friends aren't having a good time. -With his money they're having a good time, they are ugly whores, I'm really sorry that my brother fell so low. Since the blow, he hasn't been the same. He told me his older brother was a well-centered family man and managed his dad's transportation company until he had an accident and received treatment for a skull fracture that never recovered. From then on, he became a womanizer, thief, drunkard, and irresponsible. I lost my saliva.

-I always wondered how he has fun at these parties, does it make all those women happy?
-No, Sheesha, not at all... It's not like a movie, nobody is going to put on some music and dance and everything ends happily. Your brother needs help.
-And who helps me? I'm trapped living in this house, always having these parties and I try to leave, work, talk to someone and we always end up fighting. Look through the open door, and I saw Raji snoring with his hand on one of the girls' breasts, the other one looking bored at her phone.

-Well, Sheesha, let's go for a walk.
-We made the round trip along the beach and under an enormous fallen tree, we climbed up to the highest branches... We laughed a lot. I knew how to find my way around, with these cultural barriers so big, the concept of good chemistry and whatever happens, happened, was very much in the background with all the stronger taboos. And she knew it, but it didn't matter to her. She told me about her favorite fish, her colors in clothes and makeup... Happy and smiling like I never could have known an Indian so nice. She says it's getting late and she has to go back home, but when Raji is drunk she goes to her aunt's house. I'm about to say goodbye but she tells me I can come with her...
-Still had my backpack with a couple of beers. She told me to bring them.
-In the aunt's house, all the lights were off even at 10 pm, we entered slowly, sat down on a rustic armchair with a view of the patio, a noisy fan covered our conversation. We were going to open a... bottle of beer and then Auntie comes down. That's if she was a Goddess, and I was ready to make her a polytheist at any moment and dedicate my devotion to her. The aunt was tall, close to 1.80 meters, slender and with an intense bronze-colored skin, black eyes with loaded eyelashes, I could see from her attire that she wasn't married. She approached softly knowing that my eyes didn't leave her for a second. She saw me taking beer and she advanced, broke the tension showing a small cave, and explained that it was more of a wine fan. She listened to me talking and picked up an American accent, but not native... -Where are you from? Who did you come with?- she says with a British newsreader accent. Culturally we were in a super transgressive area, Sheesha had put herself at ease, was barefoot with a grey mini skirt and a white muscle shirt without a bra, her breasts came out quite well loaded, and the dark medallions of her areolas and nipples were insinuating themselves too much. She felt comfortable, didn't bother when she saw me, but I tried to help myself by speaking in her language, the aunt stopped her, saying it was bad manners, let's speak English so everyone can understand. The explanation was simple, I was Raji's visitor, he had gotten drunk and I felt uncomfortable and left. It's very serious to leave a guest badly in their culture. -It's my responsibility as a hostess to fix this.- said the elegant woman with the manners of an old lady. There was already wine served on a small table, Sheesha had hugged me like a little brother and looked at me to see if I could take some, she also looked at Auntie... Nobody says anything. We took a couple of cups of very good Australian wine. A bit later the lady went to the cave and asked -eh? Argentina? And fell with a Trapiche that said it was one of her favorites. It's unnecessary to say that we all left happy with the wine, Sheesha was hot and ran stumbling towards a small pool in the patio. When she came back and sat down, Auntie told her something in Hindi... I I'm laughing and telling her that in English, please don't be rude for the sake of being polite. I said to my dear niece, your breasts are clearly visible through the white fabric, as if you were naked. But I said it laughing. Sheesha swallowed saliva, looked at me. It's true, everything was visible. She looked at herself and shrugged her shoulders, as if saying it doesn't matter to me. Then the problem could be that I'm overdressed... dressed too much. I pointed to my short skirt and white blouse. She had a long black dress that reached her ankles, a dressing gown, not Indian clothing. It ended with a moderate neckline and almost all of her back was open. Beautiful. But we were all at home. She told Sheesha to look for another bottle and attend to me because she was going to change. By the third glass of wine, Mrs. arrived with a charming short skirt showing long and smooth legs with a wheat-colored complexion... She wore a transparent blouse that showed a black top barely holding her breasts in place. She hadn't taken off any jewelry, which were numerous bangles, earrings, necklaces, and the nasal ring I don't remember how it's called. The conversation derailed into turbulent areas of cultural shock, her reluctance to mix with foreigners and the idea that we all came to impose our way of life. But then she got stuck... -I studied in London, I love Western life, so many things have no consequences... Here since childhood, you're responsible for everything and carry the weight for the rest of your life. -You didn't have children, that must mean a lot in this society. -Yes, my life choices have taken me down another path. How do you think I can drink all these wines? They're gifts from Western clients and I don't have anyone to share them with. Thank you for coming tonight. I look at her, look at Sheesha reclining on my leg... The alcohol didn't hit her too well. She was already responding very little to the conversation. -Help me get her to bed, she says. We take her to her bedroom and stretch out. a bed and aunt undresses me completely. Try not to look, but aunt calls me and tells me it's okay, the breast and belly are what make a woman most beautiful, she says while caressing me. -It will be a good mother, I hope she is very happy with her family. Swallowing saliva. -Good dear visitor, you'll see I'm not like all women. I hope I've restored the honor my brother lost. And also I'd like to offer you another honor that few can have. Stay in my bedroom tonight. Although I knew it was something quite taboo in her culture, all travelers who went to traditional places told me 'forget about it, only with prostitutes or other travelers.' I didn't have drama about maintaining my abstinence, but I had enjoyed the conversation. I put aside possible complications and signaled yes. We go upstairs, a well-made double bed with many pillows, another cup in each hand. I sent her quickly while looking at her passing cream on her legs. She leans back on her belly and forms rounded shapes with her feet ...with a slap on the bed she invites me to come closer. We lie down facing each other, and we start kissing. She recognizes that Westerners kiss better, that she would love to have one new in her bed every night. Swallowing saliva. Already at the party, it was time to dance. The lax Hindu lady turned out to be incredibly clumsy. She ran her hands over my body without stopping, even after cum, still looking for me...I wake up half asleep with her searching for my member again. I tell her he had gone to sleep, poor thing was tired. She smiles and pulls me -It's up to me to say- .. 'I decide' Without much trouble, I manage to put the sergeant back in position and it had its second, third or maybe even fourth round. We made an infernal noise, her jewels sounded like a bell with a dusty face and her breasts which turned out to be much firmer than I expected for their size and age, they took each bite, tight and well-hung that seemed to enchant him. Without even pretending to wash under the stairs and went to bed with his niece in balls.. The bed was double, but smaller than the one upstairs... I make signs that I'm going to the other room... And she insists on me sleeping there. Already gone, had my knight more withdrawn than already assigned to PAMI... The young lady was a mess, and her wild aunt couldn't complain that I fulfilled it fully. And we ended up dozing off until the tsunami of the morning after. I wake up first, with a moderate hangover, look for my clothes first, get out of bed with the naked women, half between looking for water for the hangover and blowing smoke in that was when Raji enters the house, it seemed like they had just rescued him from the Andes. Me sees and doesn't understand anything, goes to search the house, several empty wine bottles. Screams something in Hindi, and goes straight to the room, the two naked women screaming... I'm approaching the door slowly and Raji yells at me -don't think about it! We have to fix this! -There's nothing to fix, I got drunk last night, I don't remember anything. Then Raji closes the door and tells me in a low voice, my sister is crazy! She had a head injury and since then she thinks she's British royalty and takes hundreds of bottles of wine with her foreign lovers. I couldn't take it anymore, we blamed it on the scabies, they on their cranial traumas... That clearly marked the hour of escape. After I find out that the lady was also a judge at that island court, and handles a chain of resorts. Tan tan tararantan tararantan tararan!