She sat behind the counter in the Health Club of the Luxury Hotel.
She read the Koran.
She wore a white veil.
She was the one who would massage me.
We were completely alone.
We went into a small room with no window.
She switched off the light.
In halt darkness she grabbed me as though I was dough to knead.
She kneaded me from the front, from behind, from the side.
All the time with maximal empathy.
Between each part of the body she clapped her hands to mark that it was time
to change to a new area of muscles.
I was hers.
She loved it.
The white veil fluttered like a cloud around me without once
slipping down.
When I went she again sat silently bowed over the Koran.
None could guess that she had just exploded.
DET BÖRJADE MED KAIRO (IT STARTED WITH KAIRO)
WRITTEN BETWEEN 1992-2008
150 PAGES, 9 CHAPTERS TEXTS AND 3 CHAPTERS OF PHOTOS
RELEASE: MARCH 2009
PUBLISHER : VANDKUNSTEN FORLAG DENMARK
