This story is partially true based on stories I have heard from relatives (some living in Norway, some living here). The rest is my own imagination. If historical inaccuracies occur, sorry. This is, after all, a story. ***** The date was June 15, 1940. The war had just ceased it's raging in my country five days ago. The King of Norway had escaped to Engla...
I was 26, it was an unusually hot May, and it was my last chance to enjoy a month of unlimited travel on Europe's trains at the bargain student price. I was a lone traveller, and looked younger than my years. I was a very late developer, and though I had experienced one or two fumbling encounters with girls, I was, to be honest, still a virgin. I had decid...
AVERTISMENT: Intamplarile descrise mai jos sunt reale, asa ca a trebuit sa schimb numele proprii si, eventual, unele locatii. NOTA: Ii multumesc si pe aceasta cale lui Dr_Vlad, care a avut amabilitatea de a citi acest text inainte de a fi publicat. Intotdeauna parintii mi-au spus sa ma feresc de femeile stricate... Am saptesprezece ani si ma intorc de la...
"Where are you?" My bruised, battered, and somewhat singed body was only part of the reason why I wanted to snap at Goat who Wrestled. My sifu was casually walking around me, smoking one of his many, many, many pipes, and he had asked me yet another question that I was almost certain was some kind of a trap or trick. I was the Unconquered. I thought that b...