It's a rainy day in October.
Or to be more precise.
It's Friday the 13th!
For a lot of people an unlucky day. For some people just a horror movie.
But for me, it's a very special day, it's probably the luckiest day ever.
A complete stranger brought me a very huge packet. Just like that.
And after that he drove off.
Um... a packet... for me?? What's in it? Gifts? For Christmas?
Or could that be...??
slish slash
The box was quickly opened and a lot of different things came out, all nicely arranged and packed. I looked at everything curiously and when I gradually took the many small packages out of the box, I saw him!
Naked.
Motionless.
Enclosed in a plastic film.
For heaven's sake! The poor guy can't breathe !!
I quickly reached for the kitchen knife which I was already used to open the box and carefully pierced the film, tore it apart and wrapped my arms around the delicate body to lift it.
Phew, pretty heavy!
It took me quite a while to get him out of his post prison. Then he lay there, rigid and cold. Now I could not waste any more time and should take revitalization measures as soon as possible.
Oh dear. My first aid course was a long time ago. How did that work again???
Can the checklist help me? Let's see...
Name: Luca Samuel
Size: 160 cm
Weight: feels like 100 kg
Eye Color ...
BRRBLFF !!
What was that?
Go on reading. Quick! Time is pressing!
Eye color: green
Skin tone ...
GRR! HLSMPFT!
There! Again! Where does that come from?
I heard movement in the corner of my eye and turned around reflexively.
Luca sat on the carpet looking like a picture of misery, waving his hands wildly in front of his face.
"Do you want mouth-to-mouth resuscitation now?"
As if seized with panic, he opened his mouth and pointed a finger inside.
"Oh dear. No wonder you make such strange grunts. The tongue is missing! "
I saw a little tongue earlier. Yes, there it is!
I carefully opened his mouth and slowly pushed the tongue into his mouth cavity. He quickly calmed down and looked at me with satisfaction.
"Xie xie!"
Right. He comes from China. I understand a smattering of mandarin.
"Zao shang hao, Luca. Ni hao ma?"
"Wo hen hao, xie xie.
I understand your language as well. "
"Oh. What a surprise. Where did you learn that from?"
"During a stopover in Hamburg, I got a language course from the nice boys there."
Well, well. A language course... In Hamburg... Interesting.
While I was happy that language courses were also part of the service by the vendor, Luca snatched the checklist from me, which I was still holding in my hands. I watched with amusement as he tried to read because he was holding the pages upside down so the letters were upside down.
It took a while for him to figure it out, why I sneered at him. Then he turned the pages the right way and actually started reading aloud.
"... equipment ... accessories ... yada yada ... checking the box ... yada yada ...
Checking all joints ... That sounds funny. Do I get a massage afterwards? "
He wants a massage ...
"I need one, too."
Ouch. My back.
With a laugh he attended to the list again.
"... checking the surface ... yada yada ... checking the intimate area. Oh, you can skip that, everything is fine with me."
Oh Luca, if you only knew ...
All the packages came back to my mind, then I remembered a very specific one and I couldn't help but smirk.
He looked at me in confusion, then moved his hand down to the comfortable trousers that I had put on him in the meantime and lifted them up a little.
Suddenly his eyes widened in panic and there was a shout of pain from his mouth.
"Oh my god !! What happened to me? Help !!! Where's my penis ???"
Shell-shocked and trembling in every limb, he was still looking down at himself, stunned. Then tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Oh Luca. Please calm down. Everything is fine. Your penis is properly packed. Look."
I handed him the plastic bag, then wrapped my arms around him, hugged him tightly, and gently wiped the tears from his face.
We stood there for a while until Luca pulled away from me and looked at me pleadingly and pointed to the plastic bag.
"Please, can you fix that??"
"I will. I promise!"
I looked at the clock.
"Do you want to eat something? It's getting late and I think we are done with the checklist."
"Yes, ok."
I wondered when was the last time he ate something, during his far journey for a long time.
Did he ever eat anything in the first place?
Poor boy...
... to be continued...