Stories from Cuba.
It was a hot evening in February in Viñales. The sun was slowly going down. It was the day when our daughter turned 17th months. A day full of adventures, filled with a pineapple plantation, banana palms, mango and avocado trees, and abandoned caves. Spring was coming and all plants started waking up after Cuban winter and blooming. We gathered tobacco today and rolled some cigars. It was a long beautiful day. We were sitting on a terrace in front of the tobacco field and resting. From far away you could hear people’s voices.
– Psss, do you hear it? Vamos! – said Oziris
You have to know one thing: when Oziris says “vamos,” you simply go. Dressed in I’m-dying-it’s-so-hot clothes that barely covered anything, I grabbed our daughter and a camera. Ready to go! Not knowing where we were heading to, we passed the village. The voices were more clear now and you could tell that someone was shouting. The soil under our feet turned red, air was full of dust, and we could already see a big group of people in front of us. We came closer and …. we just landed in a Quentin Tarantino’s movie.
It really seemed as our favorite film director decided to make a film set right here and right now. In front of a few dozens of Cuban men. The only smell you could actually feel there, was the smell of TESTOSTERON. Old men, young men, boys, in hats, in shirts, in boots… And we: our Egyptian god like guide (that was when I actually remembered that Egyptian Osiris was a god of the afterlife and the dead; spooky), one more woman from Europe, my husband, our sleeping (thank God) daughter and me in my I’m-dying-it’s-so-hot clothes. I took a quick look around. MEN! All around us men, boiling with testosterone men and we – two and a half women (the only women there) barely dressed in shorts and tops. I felt like a piece of meat that is about to be eaten, while my brain started playing the Kill Bill soundtrack…
And then I saw two cocks. The moment the cocks started fighting, women became invisible. Freudian Eros changed into Mars. Sexual energy gave its place to the bloodlust. If we had been there without our Egyptian bodyguard that would have been cocks who saved our ass. So, we stood there. The outsiders who for a short moment were allowed to observe a dance of death.
The cock who loses the fight pays the highest imaginable price. After this, a half-naked boy takes the cock in one hand and rides away on his horse.
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The event described in this article never happened. The events and people are a pure creation of the author’s imagination. All pictures were created in Photoshop kind of programs and the faces of all people you see on them are fake. So, save yourselves some time on reporting, criticizing, etc. all what was posted here NEVER HAPPENED!!!