Adjacent to the gladiator arena, a campfire sparked ministars into the Andalusian sky. Gitano men sat around in circles.

Candela performed the Ritual Fire Dance, composed by Manuel de Falla. My limbs were saddled to a burro. My head hung on a rope tied to the branch of a birch tree. A Gypsy midget rode the branch, and held to rope.

At midnight sharp, the firedance ejaculated into climax, the  ghost of Candela husband burned in the fire, the burro got restless, raised dust clouds with her hoofs and then jumped onto her hind legs and threw me off.

While noisy women distracted the bully's attention, I stole the rope from the midget.