Chapter 1: New Year 01.01.2017 My sweethearts are gradually growing up.

Year 2017 - Births and Consolidation

The New Year started in the best weather. Someone was standing by my bed, tickling me with a feather in my face. I was happy to join in the fun, kept my eyes closed and smiled at every touch. Ramona gave me a kiss. “Good morning, my dear. I wanted to thank you for your very kind words to me.”

The women obviously needed these three words very much. Of course, I had the phrase “I love you!” given away to all four women, also to Carmen in the exuberance of her urge for togetherness and love. When I listened to myself, I didn’t get a clear answer either. I loved all four women around, each in a special way, and I didn’t want to give up any of them. Three carried one of my future children under their heart. That made me so grateful and proud.

Olivia moved my mind especially strongly, although she carried out the child of the criminal Rus. Her fate, but also her grace, and kindness was unique. On the other hand, I regarded Florence, who was artificially pregnant with my genes, only with respect for her decision to have another child at her age. In my egoism, I believed that she should be happy because I had given her this gift. Should it work out with the artificial insemination of Leonie in the next two months, six children would enrich our community in the year just begun. That would be a proud record for three months of captivity in our secluded valley, I thought.

Nevertheless, I was inwardly worried whether all women would survive the birth without damage and all children would be born healthy and viable. From my point of view, Olivia was actually too young for a child, now just fifteen, fourteen years old for pregnancy, physically not yet developed in accordance with age. Ramona and Luisa were still at a good age for motherhood at the age of 34 and 35, Carmen was so close to the border at 38. The two Indian women from the village with their overwhelming wishes for children worried me the most, Florence was at least 42, Leonie allegedly 44 years old according to her aunt Nuria, so very unusual to be able and want to give birth to another child.

In addition, the problem of my thirteen pubescent girls really worried me. Was it really just a game of the particularly well-developed girls to position themselves better in the ranking of the girls with their sexually oriented teasing, approaches or even pressing physicality? With Esther and Babette, I was convinced that they were not just fighting for physical love with me out of curiosity or higher recognition. They really wanted to prove themselves as young women, whereby I believed that it was only our young Hungarian woman who wanted to give life to a child. Babette, on the other hand, wanted to show me her love and give me her body in return. The thinking and feeling of the two girls had overtaken their physical development. For me, however, it was rock solid that I would not give in to this urge. They were still children in the process of becoming women.

Often, I had to smile, how sweet so many of the girls were to me, they did not miss any opportunity to put themselves in the right light, and usually with intensive work and the best learning. Even if some of their beautiful childish facial features gradually faded, the beauty of teenage faces was formed, but this daily observation of their flowering and becoming was unique. There were no pimples or acne that bothered me, which showed violently from time to time, but our doctor knew ways to eliminate such skin growths without scars.

Dr Liebknecht used methods to make the pimples and pustules invisible almost overnight. After the acne continued to form strongly with the increasing pubertal development of our girls, Lenya and Cara suffered especially from it, and the zinc ointment was almost used up, Esther stirred a new mixture of orange juice, crushed hazelnuts and the bark of the Coca bush every week. Almost every day, one of the girls was treated with warm compresses, after Esther’s special decoction was applied to the pustules.

Later, Olivia showed our girls how she took care of her facial skin. Her grandmother made a paste from bay leaves, the nuts of the hazel bush and thickened goat’s milk, which were placed on contaminated areas of the skin with hot coca leaves in the evening. The leaves fell off at night, but so did the small pimples and the skin was flawless again.

The result was simple and good. Our young ladies had no problems with acne, despite their almost exploding pubertal development. Their faces were scar less, fine to look at daily, pure wonders of nature.

Our doctor was pleased with my praise about her wonderful way of skin care for the ladies, but even more pleased with the gratitude of her young patients. The girls more and more enjoyed being with the doctor, her advice, her motherly and sisterly acting at the same time. The monthly massages were now also fully booked with her, were often a special highlight for the girls. At some point I learned that Ramona’s hands were more emotional, even more sensitive than mine, at least that’s what Lenya and Zarina told me later, but very dear, not as a blame or criticism.

After the unusual awakening, I was still running a little through my thoughts. At the beginning of March, it would be time for Olivia to become a mother. I myself was curious to see what a feat a birth meant for a woman. Unfortunately, I had no experience in this field. My sister had a daughter and was very proud of it, but I had just taken note of the pregnancy, the birth and the first weeks with her child from a long distance, at that time I was working in Algeria for two years. In addition, Olivia, unlike my sister, was almost a child when she got pregnant. Only after Olivia’s delivery did I hope to be able to reasonably assess whether and how an almost-still-child woman could cope with the last months of pregnancy and the efforts of childbirth. In any case, Ramona and I would give the little Peruvian woman all possible help and support.

I had talked to Ramona several times about the upcoming births. Despite our remoteness and the absence of an operating nurse, she also felt able to perform a caesarean section in an emergency. Esther would be a welcome help to her. Only the doctor herself had to do everything so that she managed to give birth naturally. There was no alternative.

What thoughts a loving woman with a tender feather could bring me to on New Year’s morning. But we didn’t really have time to dream. As the most important task, I wanted to put our small wind power plant back into operation. With Zarina’s BMX I rode together with Babette and Sula to the end of the lower valley. The wind turbine stood on a hill, to which about a year ago we had created a travel path of perhaps fifty meters in length, so that a forklift and the heavy loader could carry out the assembly without fluctuations and adverse vibrations. A 25-ton overhead loader had brought the mast, the rotors, and our large forklift to the installation site at that time. But this was no longer possible since the heavy tools had already been brought back to Ashmanton last March.

Quickly I took some photos. Without technology, nothing was possible here. Our small excavator had to come here, but that was almost four kilometres on partly impassable terrain. You could still see the tracks where the heavy construction equipment had moved at that time, but it was certainly very difficult, if not impossible, for the chains of our small excavator.

Finally, I made a sketch and took the first measurements. Two trees were so conveniently located in the direction of the train that we might be able to install a kind of ‘pulley system’. But first the excavator would have to get here. Already in the afternoon Babette drove the excavator a good distance to the village. Sula and I paved the way in some places. Right behind the village, the excavator had to pull up, clear stones from the roadway and compensate for strong depressions. The vehicle consumed a lot of fuel. Soon I had to send Sula for the first time for a canister of diesel. Fortunately, we had the hand truck in the container warehouse. Otherwise, Sula would not have been able to carry the heavy canister so far.

When we finally reached the sloping plain, i.e., the driveway to the small plateau of our windmill that was enough for today. Babette had proven herself when driving with the excavator, but also spent a lot. My upper arms and calves ached from clearing the driveway. Sula was totally sweaty. When I dabbed her forehead and face with words of praise, she beamed at me. Babette also posed immediately. Her T-shirt was soaked, but she was proud to have made it with the excavator. When I dabbed her wet neck and hair, she just said dryly: “The beginning would be done, wouldn’t it?” Every little success delighted my assistants. But this day was a great success. We have not yet been able to test whether the excavator had the power to pull the lattice mast of the turbine back into position; there were still some precautions to be taken for this.

Before we went home on foot, we took another ‘cigarette break’, I smoked and the girls made pointed remarks against smoking. But I distracted the girls from their taunts against my vice and pointed to our surroundings. “Don’t we have it beautiful here?”

It was chirping and buzzing all around us. The trees formed a magnificent, slightly translucent dome over our square. I took a deep breath of the fresh forest air after the cigarette. Babette pointed to the many seeds hanging in the trees all around. In the summer it was especially favourable for the trees and plants here, it was pleasantly warm every day and it rained at least four days a week. I didn’t know most of the plants, especially not their fruit stands or seeds. The many green colours were fantastic. When the branches moved in the warm air, the green danced with red fruits and yellow flowers. In addition, the valley seemed greener to me this year than in my first year.

What I also noticed, at least three hundred meters along the route to our wind turbine, Coca trees were newly planted in a double row. Somehow it smelled musty when you walked close to the plants. The seedlings were not yet fifty centimetres high. It was not clear to me why the cultivation was extended so much; perhaps the daily tea drinking of our girls had triggered the need. I should discuss this with Luisa or Carmen.

Then we talked about Priya’s birthday on January 4th. Babette only said that she and Sula did not know that someone had prepared something. Again, it became clear to me, Priya was not in such good standing with her comrades. She was always accurate and exemplary in the performance of her duties. That was good for me and for Ramona, actually also for the girls, but that was not recognized. She seemed kind of isolated. Obviously, it was related to Priya’s attempts to get sexual contact with almost every girl. Nevertheless, she also deserved to be recognized on her birthday for her really very good achievements for our team.

First, I consulted with Ramona. She, like me, saw it that without Priya we would not have been able to handle many things so well. Actually, she was a very important part of our group. Unfortunately, however, she had internalised completely wrong ideas about sex and love with the porn DVDs of Rus that she had found, which she had secretly watched repeatedly. We agreed that we had to help her get back on the right track. Her birthday certainly offered an opportunity, but I couldn’t think of anything suitable at the moment.

Ramona put it carefully that Priya had confided in her with her sexual ideas and needs. She did not want to tell me anything about this in detail, as she feels obliged to medical confidentiality. “But the little girl has completely lost her way, and you are also responsible, because you have at least acoustically proved to the girls how strong a woman is to be sexually aroused. Actually, she does not want it for herself, but she really wants to try whether she would be able to help one of the girls to orgasmic feelings. She wants to experience her own lust personally with you, as almost all of the girls are keen on it. You brought the dilemma on yourself, my dear.”

At least I learned a part of the truth like that, but it didn’t get us any further in the question of how we could achieve a better position in our team for Priya, recognized and appreciated. I told our doctor what quantities of vibrators and dildos and lube I had found or stored in the basement, but I was not ready to give such a thing to a girl for her fourteenth birthday. Ramona fully agreed with me. In addition, such an occupation could further deepen your disorientation.

After dinner I took a kerosene lamp and a rechargeable flashlight and asked Esther, Lenya, Babette, and Mayari to accompany me. Since everything seemed very mysterious, the girls whispered, especially since I did not answer any questions. My favourite place in the grove was as suitable for a secret consultation. I had made a kind of bench for myself, where there was room for three men. On the stone, where normally my legs could rest, Mayari and Esther sat down. I put my arms around the shoulders of Lenya and Babette. The joint silence increased the tension of the girls.

Gradually the night had supplanted the mild greys of the twilight. When I put out the kerosene lamp, a few stars shimmered through the treetops. The sounds of the forest grew stronger, and the girls more restless. “Isn’t it beautiful here?” I asked in the dark. “Something scary. I don’t want to be here alone.” Babette replied. She provided a cue to liven up the conversation. “Alone and lonely, bad feeling, right?”

Esther said her opinion. “Fortunately, there are four of us and you are with us.”

“Can you imagine that there is a girl among you who feels lonely and alone?”

Loud protest. “Never.” – “Does not exist with us.” – “We all keep great together.” Many other heckles emphasized our community.

“Do you know that in three days someone has a birthday and no one wants to prepare anything.” – “That’s up to her.” – “Priya is so inappropriate to us, solidly, at least for me. She always wants to kiss or touch you.”

Several interjections confirmed this. For weeks, the Vietnamese girl has been getting on everyone’s nerves with her allusions and overtures.

“In my opinion, she is only partially responsible for that. She found several DVDs with the worst videos, watched everything several times and to this day does not know that such porn films are artificial and have nothing to do with real life. She still believes that sex or violence or even other unsavoury things are the most important topics in life. We just have to help her, prove to her that friendship and camaraderie are more important than a loveless kissing or making out. I need your help. I don’t know how girls think and feel like that and how we can help her.”

Various suggestions and opinions were tabled. The most extreme suggestion was that everyone should congratulate her completely naked, and she should be allowed to touch everyone as often as she wants and wherever. Lenya was really of the opinion, so Priya could be ashamed and behave differently in the future.

“Who among you wants to be taught and shamed on their birthday?” In the silence that followed, Esther said that Priya would like to have a special relationship with Olivia, had already signalled it several times, but the expectant mother would not have met her properly. Our young Hungarian suggested that she would like to talk to Olivia and, if she were ready for a closer friendship with Priya, Esther would then arrange for Olivia to wake Priya and be the first to congratulate her on her birthday.