Sunday, 30 June 2019

Gay activities May 2019


Gay activities May 2019

Covers 18apr (flight Taipei to Bangkok) to 16may (flight Bangkok to Berlin), but here filed as May.

Fri19apr2019 Bangkok
Go to The Best Massage (Silom Plaza),but my favorite James (29jan2019) is gone (away 1 month already, staff doesn’t know where, but not to the army). Manageress recommends James’ friend Oum, and he looks okay, so I have massage with him. 1 hour oil massage 400 THB, massage and afters so-so, I tip him 800, no repeat.

Sun20apr2019 Bangkok
Take taxi to meet Boy near Rama 9 park. He is waiting for me on the road, jumps in the taxi and we continue to short-time hotel. Okay in bed, afterwards whining about money problems, so I give him 300.

Just as on our first encounter 15mar2019 (The cost of free sex), not a clear hit type-wise, and I have to consider if the money and time is spent better elsewhere. 

Tue23apr2019 Bangkok
Prepare to meet a friend (first encounter was on 23jan2019) in Uthai Thani tomorrow. But then at night we chat and he says he will be tired after work (cashier in 7-Eleven!), can’t stay over night, and I should rather come another day (when he will not be tired after work?).

I thought Wed and Thu are sorted, now I have two days free!

Wed24apr2019 Nonthaburi
Time to visit Art near Central Plaza Westgate (no show on 2mar2019)! Take the last MRT and Art would be free around midnight. The one hotel in my price range nearby has all aircon rooms (500 THB) booked out, so I have to stay in a fan room (300 THB, cold water in shower). Art would finally arrive 01:24. Great body and good activities, but under those conditions (no aircon), I can’t have meaningful sex. Hugging all night, poor sleep for me.

Worth a repeat (but call to book an aircon room), however I think he has gone cold (my messages are read, but often no reply; whereas before he used to be very talkative). Is there a connection to my refusal to lend him 700 THB for rent?

Thu25apr2019 Nonthaburi
We wake up around 6, Art leaves 7:37 to buy stuff and would be back in one hour. My messaged not read, then finally reply: busy. Check out 10:51.

Quite an effort: first attempt to meet him was no-show. Now at least I know he is my type, and next time with an aircon room we might have good sex.

Repeat with R Cambodia (first encounter was on 16mar2019) so-so.

Fri26apr2019 Pattaya
Several boys I want to meet in the evening (before going to bars) are either busy or away or no reply.

I went with Mikey/Mike from Lao some years ago (18jul2017) and made a mental note “so-so”. But he has been texting me many times over the years when I was in Pattaya, and now with all others failing, this is his second chance!

Efficient communication, on time (even early, 17:56). He must have been horny, and brought in own ideas, which turned me on. Outstanding performance! 1000 well deserved and will see him again!
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Winner Boys 20:28-57. Pineapple juice 85 THB. From 5 boys 4 customers to 5 boys 6 customers. Number of boys on stage, the total number is about 50% higher, with some sitting outside, on the way to/from eating, in changing room.

Nice Boys 21:00-44. Hot tea 170. Boy drink 200. 11 boys 2 customers to 10 boys 2 customers (but different from those at the beginning, there was some turnover of customers).

Invite #9 Folk from Chiang Rai (first contact on 7mar2019) for a drink. Interesting conversation in Thai, and character all positive. But I don’t get any sexual vibes, and had a great encounter with Mike and have plans for later, tip him 100. Nice cock without mooks or silicon, nice balls with no hair. Have a closer look at the tattoo on his upper arm: as far as I can make out the letters, it says “wneless”. He doesn’t know what it means, the tattoo artist copied it from internet.


On the subject of illegible or misspelled tattoos, there was one in X-Boys Pattaya (?) years ago who had PALYBOY tattooed in gothic letters on his abdomen.
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Power Boys 22:24-44. Orange juice 150. From 4 boys 3 customer to 4 boys 0 customers. If it hadn’t been to meet a Farang friend, I would not even have gone in with such low number of boys.

A Bomb
Was closed for renovation.
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Update: open again.
https://shamelessmacktwo.travel.blog/2019/06/11/bongo-beauts/#more-56

At this place a welcome to shamelessmack who is back on the forums after years of absence and started a new blog. 

Jomtien 23:23-00:20. Jomtien complex brimming with boys and customers. On the beach spot 2 boys who look available.
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Sinlapin Esan 00:40-02:02. From about 25% full to full. Few gay, no cute, poor visit.
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Sat27apr2019 Pattaya to Bangkok
BusL comes in the morning, just hugging. Return to Bangkok.
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Hotmale gogo bar moved to new location, today is their first day open. Drinks 350, off fee 500. Meet Farang friend in Suvawong, we arrive in hotmale 21:43. 
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Over 20 boys, about 5 customers. About 10 boys on stage, 10 boys sitting in audience, and probably 10 more around elsewhere. Coyote boys in red individual briefs and black closed shoes, other boys in briefs supplied by bar (white fabric with black flowery print, seems to be different for every boy) and white closed shoes. Rotation is slow, can talk half an hour until I see a boy I like again on stage.
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Of the boys I saw this night, two stood out. #12 small body, cute face, slightly muscular and nice bulge. #01 (coyote) Pu maybe the tallest of them all. I saw him in a gay disco one or two years ago, but he was not interested. Then by chance found him on gayromeo, but chat not forthcoming. Then I saw him in old Hotmale in Oct 2018, but that must have been a bad day because he looked bored and indifferent on stage all the time. But today he was smiling at me several times when our looks met, or did I imagine that?

I was tempted, and had it been in Pattaya I would have offed him, but there the expense of 500 off fee and 1500 tip at the lower end, combined with less than 50% probability of having a good time, I decided against offing him. But I looked for him on gayromeo, hornet, blued, in vain! Some day I have to install grindr and check there.

My Farang friend leaves 22:32 as he is not interested in the show, but I stay for the show. Stage empties 23:10 and show is 23:15-00:01. The usual male-male erotic activities. No ladyboy lipsync, no singing/dancing that I have no interest in.

I didn’t notice anyone smoking in the audience, but they have fog machines and made artificial fog a few times during my stay. Leave 00:10. 

Sun28apr2019 Bangkok
Bank Lao (last encounter 6feb2019 in Pattaya) is in Bangkok and free to meet. Comes to my room by MRT from Mor Chit 2. Judging by the excessive clothing and luggage, what he told me must be true: he stays (i.e. sleeps there) at Mor Chit 2 station and looks for work in Bangkok. I have an okay time, 700 THB well deserved and will see him again. 

Tue30apr2019 Sakaew
I was going to stay some days in Sakaew to meet Bangk for sex and NM (just friend) for sightseeing. NM cancelled because a family member died. So it’s only Bank.

Yesterday he told me he would be free all day, and now he tells me he is working until 21 or 22. Finally arrives 23:02 in work clothes. Cute face and awesome body, but as before no passion, I have to do most of the work. But he is so cute, I will go to meet him again, combined with other activities in Sakaew.

I was out of my room for 30 hours, of which 30 min sex with Bank. Add 500 for hotel and 500 for Bank and about 300 travel expenses, cannot justify the time and money spent.

Thu2may2019 Bangkok
Wit NK (two good encounters in Pattay) is in Bangkok and stays with me over night. Neither of us is horny, only hugging.

Sat4may2019
Taxi to Seacon Square Srinakarin to meet a boy H. Have lunch together and stroll through Seacon Square, then taxi to my room. A bit on the fat side, but else everything okay. So-so in bed. Give him 300 for return by taxi (27 km, 47 min by google maps).

Sun5may2019 Bangkok
An old money boy friend from Cambodia BY (first encounter 5aug2016 in Pattaya, and several more in quick succession, but then he moved back to Cambodia permanently, but we stayed in touch), is in Bangkok and comes to my room. Three years ago I was horny with him, but now not any more. No repeat. 

Wed8may2019 Bangkok
S Cambodia comes to my room, okay.

Thu9may2019
A boy No has been working in Zy massage (former Lomchoey) for years, and I had massage with him on 27apr2017 with mental note (okay, maybe again some day). Now is that day, and again skillful at massage and afters. 800 tip well deserved, will see him again, sooner than two years.

I wrote about him here:

I have been friends with a very cute boy F from Nakon Nayok on facebook for a while. Now he messages me and wants to become boyfriends with me. Chat all positive, but he lives out of town and there is no aircon in his place. Over my refusal to go to see him and sleep with him in a place without aircon, he blocked me.

Update: F befriended me with a different profile. But the problem is the distance, I would go to Nakon Nayok town and stay in a hotel there, but not to go pick him up 20 km out of town.

Fri10may2019 Patpong gay gogo bars
A friend from Germany is in Bangkok, a good opportunity to check out some gay massage places and gogo bars after their move.

Sweet Banana 21:47, 5 boys in white underwear, none of them interesting for me. No customers. Show would be in 10 minutes. Drink 300. Patpong 1 ground level, north of Madrid restaurant.

Superboys 21:48, 10 boys in red “Addicted” size between briefs and trunks, closed shoes, three of them would warrant a closer look. No customers. Show would be in 10 minutes. Drink 300. Patpong 1 upper floor (and a steep, narrow stairway, some people might have a problem getting up and down), north of Madrid restaurant.

Lucky Boys 21:50, side entrance “The Club King’s (missing?)” from the connection between both Patpong Sois, about 20 boys in black briefs with “Lucky” in white, show would be 22, drinks 350. Audience about half full. Main entrance on Patpong 2

Screw Boys 21:55, lady boy lipsync in progress. But around stage, boys sitting everywhere, I would guess 30, many cute (but unfortunately Vietnamese looking). Next show would be 23:15.

Have dinner with German friend and settle on Superboys.

Superboys stay 22:49-23:41. Pineapple juice 300. There were no other customers during our stay. Once came up for a look but didn’t stay. I remember their staff, but have to ask where he worked before: Classic Boys. 7 boys, 3 of them worth a second look. One I remember from before, he looks more negroid than Thai.

Stage empties 23:02, show 23:04-22. They have four boys who do the show, they were not on stage before show, but would be on stage after show. Three acts, all nudity and erections.

Ask staff about prices: off fee 400, tip for boy 1500 or 2000 or more, up to me. 1500 is the maximum I would spend, so there is a chance. Papasan asked me several times to buy him a drink “for good luck”, or tip him, but the drink request is easily brushed away, and I told him I will tip the boy, if I take any.

The boys were not wearing numbers, the bar just moved and didn’t make tags yet. I point out the one I like most (slim muscular body, brown skin, cute face, smiled at me several times – but that doesn’t count here, as we were the only customers and all boys very looking and smiling at us) and have him for a drink 300. Audition is positive, take him off 400. Including my drink, that’s 1000 just to get the boy out of the bar! From Mandalay, little English, but fluent in Thai, and can read and write as well, so all further communication in Thai.

In my room 23:58-01:17 all fine. No ink, no metal (didn’t wear a necklace anyway, took off his wristwatch which I appreciate, no cosmetics, just a slight natural smell that turned me on), no playing on phone. He says he is gay, but doesn’t have a profile on online dating. Doesn’t let me take a picture of him. Exchange Line, and on pictures he posted there he looks very average; I would never have chosen him based on those pictures. For goodbye hand him 1500 which he takes with a wai.

That makes a total of 2500, for which I can get the same in Pattaya (200+200+300+1000=1700) and pay for hotel and return trip (600+150+150=900).

Another good encounter with a Myanmar boy, I consider seeing him again. And a good start for exploring the bars after they moved from Soi Twilight to Patpong. After a summer break in Germany, I will continue! I might even off a boy from Vietnam, if I can find one who speaks English, gives off good vibes, agrees on 1500 and will do what I want.

For a map of venues after move from Soi Twilight to Patpong see here: https://sawatdeenetwork.com/v4/showthread.php?20819-New-Go-Go-Bars-in-Patpong/page2 

Sun12may2019 Pattaya
Message several old aquaintances: not read. Meet a new boy N from online. Good English, cute face and nice body, but interaction somewhat awkward. I will give us one more chance.

Nice Boys and Cupidol okay.

Mon13may2019 Pattaya
Repeat with Mikey/Mike from Lao. I’m tired after a day out sightseeing and getting wet in rain, he is hungover. Nonetheless an okay encounter, will see him again.

Winner boys okay. I'm tired and slightly unwell, go to bed early.

Tue14may2019 Bangkok
A boy I had scheduled for the morning doesn’t reply. Search online for replacement and find one Kim (has been around for a while, I saw his profile before). Big cock and nice body, but smell of cigarette, and his facial hair scratches on my skin. None of the various underwear from my collection fits well. Interaction okay. Overall, no repeat, but would recommend him to friends.

Two days before flight to Germany I would not actively search for a date, nor travel, but there is a cute boy WT who approaches me on blued and is eager to come to my room. Good English, efficient communication, no money or other problems. Okay in bed, BFC5in2019.

Wed15may2019 Bangkok
WT leaves in the morning for work and comes back at night to stay a second night in a row.

Thu16may2019
Bye to WT in the morning. Prepare for flight to Germany. Spend Summer in Germany to visit parents and cat and friends.

Summary 18apr-16may2019:
8 Free sex: Boy Rama 9 park (300), Art CPW, R Cambodia, H Seacon, S Cambodia, N Jomtien, WT, WT.
9 Paid sex: Oum The Best Massage 800, Mike Lao 1000, Bank Lao 700, Bank Sakaew 500, BY Cambodia 500, No Zy Massage 800, N Myanmar Superboys 1500, Mike Lao 1000, Kim Pattaya 1000 = 7800.
2 No sex: BusL, Wit NK.
2 Cancellation: Uthai Thani, NM Sakaew. 
1 No show: Pattaya online. 

8 Gogo bar: Winner, Nice, Power, Hotmale, Superboys, Nice, Cupidol, Winner.
1 Disco: Sinlapin Esan.
2 Massage: Oum The Best Massage, No Zy Massage.

10 Old: Boy Rama 9 park, R Cambodia, Mike Lao, Bank Lao, Bank Sakaew, BY Cambodia, S Cambodia, No Zy Massage, Mike Lao, WT.
7 New: Oum The Best Massage, Art CPW, H Seacon, N Myanmar Superboys, N Jomtien, Kim Pattaya, WT.

14 Repeat: Boy Rama 9 park, Art CPW, R Cambodia, Mike Lao, Bank Lao, Bank Sakaew, H Seacon, S Cambodia, No Zy Massage, N Myanmar Superboys, N Jomtien, Mike Lao, WT, WT.
3 No repeat: Oum The Best Massage, BY Cambodia, Kim Pattaya.

(Repeat + Free)/(No repeat + paid) = 22/12 = 1.8
(Repeat + Free)/(No repeat + paid + no show + refused) = 22/13 = 1.7

Copyright 2019 ChristianPFC

Thursday, 20 June 2019

A Fable from Africa (2)


A Fable from Africa (2)

Introduction see previous post. This is not a continuation of article (1), rather a new story with a similar message.

English translation (German original at the end of the article):
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Often on Sundays, I would have a meal in a restaurant in the market square. The big TV brought news from around the world. Among other things, civil war refugees were shown who had tried to cross the Mediterranean in a miserable nutshell of a boat and had been fished out of the water by the Italian coast guard.

A middle-aged gentleman sitting at the next table addressed me: "Look, they're doing it right. Now they are in Italy, and never need to work again. One day I'm going to Italy with a boat like that and I'll be rich! Maybe also to England or America. "
  "It's very far away and you have to go through a big, dry desert. And there might be robbers. And at sea there are very high waves. Nine out of ten people die on the journey. And why should you suddenly be rich if you actually arrive in Italy? "
   "Because all people are rich and never have to work."
   "These are just fairy tales. You will also have to work in Italy. And to earn a lot of money, you would need a good vocational education. I'm afraid they would not accept you. "

The Malawian smiled haughtily and said, "I'm smart enough to know what the difference is between a narrated story and something I've seen with my own eyes. With these eyes! "He pointed with both hands to his face. "The whites say it is difficult to come to their country. That's just a story, I did not see that. Whites like to tell that they have a job and need to work for their money. This is also only a story. And the whites claim that in Italy and America they cut the lawn themselves, and sweep the house themselves, and clean their own babies’ butts too. Again, just such a story.

But on television, I've often seen how the whites really live. I saw it with these eyes. The whites sit in their huge houses talking to each other, drinking whiskey, sleeping with strange women, driving fast cars, chasing criminals and spies, all such things.

I saw it with these eyes! Nobody cuts the lawn, nobody sweeps the house, no one cares for the baby, and nobody works at anything. I saw that with these eyes. Once I am in Italy or in America, I will live so well and comfortably. I'm smart and knowledgeable, so do not tell me stories.

All the lies are said to keep us Africans only where we are poor, because the whites begrudge us that we too will become rich. "
   "No, we are not all rich," I countered.

The African laughed at me: "Oh! And why are you giving away your clothes if you just wore them once? In the marketplace are thick bundles of it. I saw that with these eyes, every week. And you're giving away money because you have so much of it that you throw it away like banana peels. And with you, nobody needs to work for wages, you are already rich.

If you work in Africa, you will not get paid either, I know that very well. I know someone in the immigration office who told me you even paid to work here. I know it exactly."

Just then, two young men joined in the conversation: "We have a cousin in Germany, who is a civil war refugee and he gets a lot of money every month without working.”
   "But why a civil war if it’s not true?” I asked as a naïve European.
   "He told a story. That's obvious."
   "When the authorities in Germany find out," I said, "then this cousin will be sent back to Africa, that's clear, too.”
   "Ah, they will find nothing out in Germany," said one of the young men.
And his brother added, "And even if they do find out something, our cousin will not be sent back. He's smart and just tells a new story. "

   "What do you pay for such a trip?" I wanted to know.
   "One million Kwacha. Some people even pay two million Kwacha (about € 10,000). "
I was horrified. "For this huge sum, you could have founded a company here. A big company that could provide work and bread for the whole family and develop your region. "
The middle-aged man was skeptical. "Yes, well it’s possible. But such a company can go bankrupt. Then all the money would be gone. That's a big risk. "
   "But on this trip," I said, "you can not only lose your money, but your life as well. Nine out of ten people die on the way! "

The three men stared at me for a while. Finally one said: "Only nine? If I travel by bus to Lilongwe, there could be an accident with nine dead. But, I would always go back to Lilongwe.”
   "That's not what I meant," I tried to explain. "I'm talking about ninety percent, that's nine out of ten."
   "What? Nine or ninety?!  Do you think we are stupid?! "
Should I answer politely or honestly? No matter…….

The three geniuses now spoke Chitumbuka or Chitonga, and I could no longer follow the conversation. However, I kept hearing "a million" and several countries’ names. Then one of the brothers wrote his phone number on a small piece of paper and the middle-aged man put it in his pocket. I sensed evil.
After the two left, I said "Surely you don’t want to give money to those two tricksters?"

   "It's a good investment. For one million in Malawi I would only get a house. But these two gentlemen can take me for a million to where I get a house, and a car, and a servant. And I’ll never have to work again. The deal is just too great! "

The man was plundering himself and his whole family into a grave misfortune. Of course, I wanted to save him from that. "These young men are liars. They just want your money, and you’ll never get to be in Italy! "

"Wait a moment! Who is the liar here? Nine dead, ninety dead, or a thousand dead. I know what you're up to. I do not believe you!! I will go by boat to Germany, or England, or to America. And then I'll be rich and give my family all the money back. Even twice! "

He will never reach Europe and he will leave nothing to his family - only debts.
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German original / Original in Deutsch:
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Weil Sonntag ist, leistete ich mir eine Mahlzeit in einem Restaurant am Marktplatz. Der Fernsehapparat brachte Nachrichten aus aller Welt. Unter anderem wurden Bürgerkriegsflüchtlinge gezeigt, die in einer erbärmlichen Nussschale das Mittelmeer zu überqueren versucht hatten und vor Italien von der Küstenwache aus dem Wasser gefischt worden waren.

Ein Herr mittleren Alters, der am Nachbartisch saß, sprach mich an: „Sehen Sie, die machen es richtig. Nun sind sie in Italien und brauchen nie wieder zu arbeiten. Eines Tages fahre ich auch mit so einem Boot nach Italien und bin reich. Vielleicht auch nach England oder Amerika.“

   „Es ist sehr weit weg, und Sie müssen durch eine große Wüste. Und es gibt Räuber. Und auf dem Meer sind hohe Wellen. Neun von zehn Leuten sterben auf der Reise. - Und warum sollten Sie auf einmal reich sein, falls Sie tatsächlich in Italien ankommen?“

„Weil da alle Leute reich sind und niemals arbeiten müssen.“
„Das sind bloß Märchen. Auch in Italien müssen Sie arbeiten. Und um viel Geld zu verdienen, brauchen Sie eine gute Berufsausbildung. Ich fürchte, die haben Sie nicht.“

Der Malawier lächelte überheblich und entgegnete: „Ich bin clever genug, um zu wissen, was der Unterschied ist zwischen einer erzählten Geschichte und etwas, das ich mit meinen eigenen Augen gesehen habe. Mit diesen Augen!“ Er zeigte mit beiden Händen auf sein Gesicht. „Die Weißen erzählen, es ist schwierig, in ihr Land zu kommen. Das ist eine Geschichte, gesehen habe ich das nicht. Die Weißen erzählen gerne, dass sie einen Job haben und arbeiten müssen für ihr Geld. Auch nur eine Geschichte. Und die Weißen behaupten, in Italien und in Amerika schneiden sie selber den Rasen und fegen selber das Haus und putzen selber ihrem dicken Baby den Hintern ab. Wieder nur so eine Geschichte.

Aber im Fernsehen habe ich oft gesehen, wie die Weißen wirklich leben. Mit diesen Augen habe ich es gesehen. Die Weißen sitzen in ihren riesigen Häusern und reden miteinander, trinken Whisky, schlafen mit fremden Frauen, fahren schnelle Autos, jagen Verbrecher und Spione, alle solche Sachen. Mit diesen Augen habe ich es gesehen. Niemand schneidet den Rasen, niemand fegt das Haus, niemand versorgt das Baby, niemand arbeitet irgendetwas. Das habe ich mit diesen Augen gesehen. Wenn ich erst einmal in Italien bin oder in Amerika, dann lebe ich auch so bequem. Ich bin clever und kenne mich aus, also erzählen Sie mir keine Geschichten. All die Lügen sollen uns Afrikaner doch nur hier halten, wo wir arm sind, weil ihr Weißen es uns nicht gönnt, dass auch wir reich werden.“

   „Nein, wir sind nicht alle reich“, widersprach ich.
Der Afrikaner lachte mich aus: „Ach! Und warum verschenkt ihr dann eure Kleidung, wenn ihr sie bloß einmal getragen habt? Auf dem Marktplatz liegen dicke Bündel davon. Mit diesen Augen habe ich das gesehen. Jede Woche. Und Geld verschenkt ihr, weil ihr so viel davon habt, dass ihr es wegwerft wie Bananenschalen. Und bei euch braucht niemand für Lohn zu arbeiten, ihr seid ja schon reich. Wenn ihr in Afrika arbeitet, werdet ihr auch nicht bezahlt, das weiß ich genau. Ich kenne jemanden im Immigration-Office, der hat mir verraten, dass ihr sogar dafür bezahlt, hier arbeiten zu dürfen. Das weiß ich genau.“

Jetzt mischten sich zwei junge Männer ins Gespräch ein: „Wir haben einen Cousin, der ist als Bürgerkriegsflüchtling in German und bekommt jeden Monat viel Geld. Ganz ohne Arbeit.“
   „Aber wieso denn Bürgerkrieg?“, fragte ich europäisch naiv.
   „Er hat eine Geschichte erzählt. Das ist doch klar.“
   „Die Behörden in Germany finden das heraus“, sagte ich, „und dann wird dieser Cousin wieder nach Afrika geschickt. Das ist ebenfalls klar.“

   „Die in German finden bestimmt nichts raus“, meinte einer der jungen Männer.
Und sein Bruder ergänzte: „Selbst wenn die in German etwas herausfinden, wird unser Cousin nicht zurückgeschickt. Der ist clever und erzählt einfach eine neue Geschichte.“
   „Was zahlt man für so eine Reise?“, wollte ich wissen.
   „Eine Million Kwacha. Manche Leute sollen sogar zwei Millionen Kwacha (ca. 10 000 €) bezahlt haben.“

Ich war entsetzt. „Für diese riesige Summe hätten Sie hier eine Firma gründen können. Eine große Firma, die der ganzen Familie Arbeit und Brot bieten kann und die Region entwickelt.“
Der Herr mittleren Alters war skeptisch. „Ja, gut möglich. Aber so eine Firma kann auch in Konkurs gehen. Dann ist alles Geld weg. Das ist ein Risiko.“
   „Aber bei dieser Reise“, gab ich zu bedenken, „können Sie nicht nur Ihr Geld, sondern auch Ihr Leben verlieren. Neun von zehn Menschen sterben unterwegs.“

Die drei Männer staunten mich eine Weile an. Schließlich meinte einer: „Bloß neun? Wenn ich mit dem Bus nach Lilongwe reise, kann es auch einen Unfall geben mit neun Toten. Trotzdem fahre ich immer wieder nach Lilongwe.“
   „So war das nicht gemeint“, versuchte ich zu erklären, „ich spreche von neunzig Prozent, also neun von zehn.“
   „Was? Neun oder neunzig?! Hältst du uns für blöd?!“

Sollte ich höflich oder ehrlich antworten? Egal. Die drei Genies sprachen jetzt Chitumbuka oder Chitonga, und ich konnte der Konversation nicht mehr folgen. Allerdings hörte ich immer wieder „eine Million“ und etliche Ländernamen. Nun schrieb einer der Brüder seine Telefonnummer auf einen kleinen Papierfetzen, den der Mittelalte in die Hosentasche steckte. Mir schwante Übles.

   „Sie wollen diesen beiden Flitzpiepen doch nicht etwa Geld geben?“, fragte ich.
   „Es ist eine gute Investition. Für eine Million bekomme ich in Malawi bloß ein Haus. Aber diese Männer bringen mich für eine Million dorthin, wo ich ein Haus bekomme und ein Auto und Diener. Und ich muss nie wieder arbeiten. Der Deal ist doch super!“

Der Mann war dabei, sich und seine ganze Familie ins Unglück zu stürzen. Natürlich wollte ich ihn davor bewahren. „Diese jungen Männer sind Lügner. Die wollen bloß Ihr Geld, aber Sie werden niemals in Italien -“
   „Moment mal! Wer ist hier der Lügner? Neun Tote, neunzig Tote, tausend Tote. Ich habe dich durchschaut. Dir glaube ich kein Wort. Ich fahre mit dem Boot nach German oder nach England oder nach Amerika. Und dann bin ich reich und gebe meiner Familie alles Geld zurück. Sogar doppelt.“

Der wird Europa niemals erreichen, und seiner Familie wird er nichts hinterlassen als die Schulden.
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Copyright remains with the original author. 2019 ChristianPFC

Saturday, 15 June 2019

A fable from Africa (1)


A Fable from Africa (1)

My parents meet interesting people through volunteer work at an animal shelter. Among those acquaintances was a couple who tried to build a farm and start ecological tourism in Malawi. But after several years of toil, they had to give up because they couldn’t work with the locals.

Does that sound familiar? My experiences in Thailand are similar, see here: https://christianpfc.blogspot.com/2018/04/looking-for-alternative-to-thailand.html

They wrote a book about their experiences.
Original title in German: Mzungu: Auswandern-Abenteuer-Afrika
My translation: Mzungu: Emigration–Adventure-Africa
Mzungu refers to people of white skin. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mzungu

The ebook in German language is available here:

With the author’s permission, I used google translate and a native-speaker-friend’s help for proofreading to translate two chapters that have the character of a fable and nicely illustrate the way of thinking of the general population (PC for: their intellectual limitations, or in plain language: how stupid they are) in Malawi.

English translation (German original at the end of the article):
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I always took it easy, wrote, went for walks and ate well in restaurants that were not run by Malawians - and I talked to people. That's how I met Penjani. She was not yet sixty years old, but looked like an octogenarian.

   "I can still remember exactly how I saw whites for the first time, that's fifty years ago now” she said, "I was still a junior high school girl back then. My big brother Johane and I were on our way to class. Our friends were with us too. We walked down the street which was not yet paved then. 

Suddenly a car came along. It drove slowly, because the rainy season had begun, and the road was slippery with mud. We had enough time to look in the car. There were three beings inside who almost looked like humans, but they had pink skin and yellowish hair. We were very surprised. But we were happy, because we had never seen anything like it. We waved and walked a little further. The car passed slowly.

And suddenly something incredible happened: a white man threw coins from the open window. They were real coins! We children stooped and collected the money while the car drove on. We searched in the grass, but there were more kids than coins. Johane's best friend Lazaro had not found a coin and was sad. Then Lazaro grabbed one of the smaller children and beat him until he gave up his coin. The other little ones ran away.

Only me, Johane and Lazaro were left. Suddenly, the two boys were fighting, and my big brother lost his coin to Lazaro. After that Johane and Lazaro were no longer friends. It was upsetting and we both cried. We searched again in the grass and even in the mud, but we did not find any other coins.

We did not go to class that day. Nor the next either. Several weeks passed. Then, our parents found out about it and beat us. I went back to school. But Johane continued to stand on the street, waiting for some whites to give away money. Our father beat him again, but Johane just did not go back to class. Eventually my brother was bottom in the class. He preferred to stand on the street, so he did not get a school diploma.

My parents decided it would not be possible for me to graduate if my big brother did not have one too. So I had to stay home and help. And that's why I do not have a school diploma. "
   "That's terrible. And all because a white person had given away money, "I said.
   "Yeah, he was crazy or stupid or something," Penjani said.
   "Where did you learn English?" I asked.
   "I worked for whites for a few years. They too, were crazy or stupid or something. They also gave away things. Not just to relatives or friends. No! They gave gifts to strangers! So strange."
Penjani spoke in simple terms. But this old lady has taught me a lot. Now I understand why these people hate and despise us.
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German original / Original in Deutsch:
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Ich tue mir die Ruhe an, schreibe, gehe spazieren, esse gut in den Restaurants, die nicht von Malawiern geführt werden, und ich rede mit Leuten. So habe ich Penjani kennen gelernt. Sie ist noch keine sechzig Jahre alt, wirkt aber wie eine Achtzigjährige.

   „Ich kann mich noch genau erinnern, wie ich das erste Mal Weiße gesehen habe. Das ist nun fünfzig Jahre her“, erzählte sie, „und ich war damals noch ein kleines Schulmädchen in der dritten Klasse. Mein großer Bruder Johane und ich waren unterwegs zum Unterricht. Unsere Freunde waren auch dabei. Wir liefen die Straße entlang. Die war noch nicht geteert. 

Auf einmal kam ein Auto. Es fuhr langsam, weil die Regenzeit begonnen hatte, und die Straße war glitschig vom Schlamm. Wir hatten genug Zeit, in das Auto zu schauen. Da saßen drei Wesen, die fast aussahen wie Menschen, aber sie hatten rosa Haut und gelbliche Haare. Wir wunderten uns. Und wir freuten uns, weil wir so etwas noch nie gesehen hatten. Wir winkten und liefen etwas nebenher. Das Auto fuhr ja langsam.

Und auf einmal geschah etwas Unglaubliches: Ein Weißer warf Münzen aus dem offenen Fenster. Ganz richtige Münzen. Wir Kinder bückten uns und sammelten das Geld ein. Das Auto fuhr weiter. Und wir suchten im Gras. Aber wir waren mehr Kinder als Münzen. Johanes allerbester Freund Lazaro hatte keine Münze bekommen und war traurig. Da packte Lazaro eines der kleineren Kinder und schlug es so lange, bis es seine Münze herausgab. Die anderen Kleinen liefen weg.

Nur ich und mein großer Bruder Johane und sein allerbester Freund Lazaro blieben da. Auf einmal haben sich auch die beiden Jungen geschlagen, und mein großer Bruder musste seine Münze abgeben. Dann waren Johane und Lazaro keine Freunde mehr. Wir weinten sehr. Und dann suchten wir im Gras und sogar im Schlamm, aber wir fanden keine Münze.

An dem Tag gingen wir nicht zum Unterricht. Auch nicht am nächsten. Mehrere Wochen. Dann wussten unsere Eltern davon und schlugen uns. Dann ging ich wieder zur Schule. Aber Johane stand weiter an der Straße und wartete auf Weiße, die Geld verschenken. Unser Vater schlug ihn wieder, aber Johane ging einfach nicht mehr zum Unterricht. Dabei war mein Bruder in der letzten Klasse. Er stand lieber an der Straße, deshalb hat er keinen Schulabschluss.

Dann sagten meine Eltern, es geht nicht, dass ich einen Schulabschluss bekomme, wenn mein großer Bruder keinen hat. Deshalb musste ich zu Hause bleiben und helfen. Und deshalb habe ich keinen Schulabschluss.“
   „Das ist ja schrecklich. Und das alles nur, weil ein Weißer Geld verschenkt hat“, sagte ich.
   „Ja, er war wohl verrückt oder dumm oder so“, meinte Penjani.
   „Wo haben Sie Englisch gelernt?“
   „Ich habe einige Jahre für Weiße gearbeitet. Die waren auch verrückt oder dumm oder so. Die haben auch Sachen verschenkt. Nicht bloß an Verwandte oder Freunde. Nein. Die haben ganz fremden Leuten Geschenke gemacht. Seltsam.“
Penjani sprach mit einfachen Worten. Aber diese alte Dame hat mich sehr viel gelehrt. Jetzt verstehe ich, warum uns diese Menschen hassen und verachten.
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