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16. Rue
16 Rue The days in the shipping container pass in a blur. I sleep, I eat… but mostly my time is spent moaning at something Dryas does to my body with his hands or his mouth. I feel drunk with love for him, so much so it’s almost like a trance. When we finally step on solid ground again, blinking into the bright sunlight, we are in Montenegro. I stretch and look around the port of Bar, where we have been deposited. It’s not much to speak of, just a long strip of concrete with no other ships disembarking. Other than the short stream of men leaving our ship, it is desolate. On the horizon, there is a smallish mountain, flanked by others of its kind. The distance between us and the mountains is filled with a sea of small houses and apartment buildings. The activity in the port city seems t
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