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Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: George Liebermann, M.D.
ISBN-10: 096569870X
Type: Fiction
The Germans invade France, Pierre looses his mother, his father fights at Dunquerque, all by hismnelf, takes the road with the refugees, reaches Spain, Seville. He finds shelter in a Gypsy caravan in a pretty woman hears a doctor that Gypsy babies die in the womb, grow up retarded. When she bumps into Pierre, she has an idea...
I heard the story from friends and witnesses.
It has been a year since Julia discovered Pierre. Two dozen Gypsy women delivered his white babies. The Gypsy men were ready for the kill. They were in Italica, camped in the ruins of Italica, the Roman Amphitheater, next to the Gladiator Arena.
Fire flickered while men stared into the Andalusian sky. They sat in a circle.
Candela performed the Fire Dance by Manuel de Falla.
Pierre's limbs were saddled to a burro. His neck hung in a rope. tied to a branch of a birch tree. A Gypsy midget rode the branch. He held the rope.
At midnight sharp dance ejaculated into a climax, the ghost of Candela's husband burned in the fire, the burro got restless, raised clouds of dust with his hoofs, jumped onto his hind legs to throw Pierre off.
While the terrible noise made by the women distracted the bully's attention, Pierre stole the rope of the midget and...
Excerpt
His eyes opened to the gentle caress of a Gypsy girl
"Who are you?" she said.
"Pierre."
Two more women showed up.
"Who is this whote "joven"(youngster) Julia?"
"He fell out of the sky, found him right here, asleep like a bear.Look at his hair, brown and red. Did you ever see eyes like prunes? Purple? His skin is white like a sheep."
They looked at him, examined him and then unbuttoned his shirt to see more.
"Look at him, he has no hair on his chest, he is still a child. How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
She caressed his head.
"Are you hungry?"
He nodded, but more women arrived.Julia made them sit in a circle.
"Here is our chance.As I told you before, unless we refresh our Gypsy blood, we perish. Remember what the doctor from Sevilletold us?Our babies die in our wombs, are retarded and deformed beacuse we are inbred. My husband is my first cousin.One of my babies died inside of me, another before she could say "mama".
"What is in your little head Julia?You mean that this punk could do the job?"
"Let me try him out," Julia said.
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