Chapter 5

07.08.2016 – Sunday

The next morning, Luisa was in a bad mood. Laughing, I gave her a kiss and showed her where I had slept. When I pretended to her how much she had snored, she gave me a snort and laughed again. Maybe she had suspected that I had slept with one of the girls. She would probably be jealous more often in a few years, but there was no danger at the moment.

Because breakfast started later on Sunday, there was already unrest upstairs before 7. The young ladies knew that they were not allowed to come down before the gong. I only got Sula. She was given the order to rush to the village and give the order that the two men and at least ten women should come to the circle for planting. For this I gave my assistant a note for Carmen.

Some of the girls were singing something to each other upstairs. “Good mood in the morning.” I was happy inside. With the gong, everyone tripped down the stairs again. The regime was very important to me. Today I greeted everyone with a handshake. They had to give me a whiff. Kira and Mayari had to go back; they had not brushed their teeth. Ananda was also reversed before it was her turn. Cara was missing, but then she emerged from the kitchen. As always, she had come to Luisa’s assistance early, without me noticing. During breakfast, Sula arrived completely out of breath. She had run the good kilometre back. She told me that the villagers were on their way. A few minutes later we heard metallic banging at the gate. Sula had locked up again, but she let the villagers in. There were twelve women sitting very cramped on the ox cart, the tools between their legs. Sula was proud to show the villagers that she could open the gate with the code and waved to the women. I greeted everyone kindly, but scolded the men, because such a lot of plants were not planted in the garden or the weed was dominating some places, in general the big garden was not in order.

Miguel, one of the men, had a large box with him, with which he went to the Koi pond. I quickly ran to him to see what he was feeding. There were small-made bread and flatbread scraps, boiled rice and some leaves and buds of bushes. He threw the food into the pond in three places. The fish grabbed for it greedily. So, there was no overfeeding here. Good for the water quality, bad for the fish? I had no idea what Koi’s needed. Nevertheless, I wanted to ask Luisa to collect leftovers and especially old pita bread.

All the girls except Esther and Cara had to put on the blue work suits, although it was Sunday. Then I assigned six of the girls to the women. This went well because the women worked everywhere in pairs. Lenya and Ananda, who were responsible for the outdoor area, as well as Sula and Priya, accompanied me to the pool. How far was it built, I wondered. While the girls were clearing away the stones and tile boxes, I pulled away the half-full pallets with the help of a simple pallet truck. The device, along with a concrete mixer, was hidden under a plastic hood. Carefully we took the tarpaulin away from the pool so that not so much dirt could fall into the pool. It was a 10 by 6 meter pool with tiled staircase entry on one of the wide sides. Soon the girls cleaned the tiles with rags and wiped the bottom of the pool. After the grouting of the tiles, a thorough cleaning had not yet been carried out. Two ladders reached into the basin on the opposite side. Actually, the pool was ready. But Sula had scratched her foot. The gutter running along the side of the stairs and the tiles on this edge were not yet grouted and dangerously sharp. We found the necessary tools and material also on a pallet. I stirred in two buckets of grout and showed them what to do. Sula and Ananda had no skill for this work. Priya did it too carefully, therefore progressed only slowly, while Lenya did the work almost like a professional. She learned quickly and worked briskly. After one meter, everything was pulled off with the rubber pickup. Now it just had to dry. Lenya progressed meter by meter, but Priya was also a little faster now. The wind and the sun dried it quickly. “They’ll still need two hours more, maybe until noon,” I thought.

I would like to put the water basin into operation today to reward the hardworking young ladies for their Sunday work, but would the water in the sun warm up quickly enough? While Lenya and Priya continued their work, I rushed to the ore processing. Exactly as I had instructed my workers at that time, medium and long hoses were hung up to dry out. I put a maybe five meter and an about ten meter long hose over my shoulder. In addition, I took a typical fire brigade nozzle with me, which I didn’t need today, but if it were to burn, I would know where one was. I quickly connected the 5-meter hose to the nearby hydrant and let cold water run into the basin. But a complete filling would certainly take a day.

Then I saw that the shower system was pre-installed, but the two showerheads were missing. Finally, I found the cardboard box on one of the covered pallets. It wasn’t rocket science, the showers ran immediately without problems and the water was pleasantly warm. After that I helped Priya, and shortly before noon the tiles were grouted. The girls had once again done a good job, especially Lenya. Shyly, she lowered her eyes when I praised her. Priya’s and Lenya’s work pants were totally soiled with grout. I sent them to the room to change and clean up.

By now the pool was almost a quarter full. However, the water was very cool, at most 15 degrees centigrade. Because the pool was completely in the sun, hopefully, the water will get a little warmer.

Soon there was lunch. I looked around on the left side of the garden. The many people were making great progress. Carmen said that there was a lot of garden soil missing to fill the beds neatly up to the edges of the path. We went with the men to the steeply rising mountain slope. A lot of bushes had formed there and a lot of good soil had washed up there or emerged from leaves and branches.

The two wheelbarrows were quickly fetched and two girls shovelled the soil. Carmen showed them that the stones had to be sorted out. The stones glittered in the sun as if they were made of gold. This was certainly deceptive, but for a large-scale rock garden they would be super suitable. When I picked up a stone, it was quite heavy for its size. Was it partly gold? I didn’t have time for that at the moment, because you couldn’t eat gold. For later, however, I decided to examine the stones more thoroughly.

Luisa hit the gong several times in the house. We had all missed the time. We quickly rushed to wash our hands. To eat today there was only pita bread and pickled tomato slices and raw carrots. The food was also enough for the people from the village. Then Luisa introduced me to her mother. She looked at us curiously from her face decorated with cute wrinkles. Luisa was restless, but I reacted as she had hoped. I pulled my Luisa close to me and gave her a smack on the mouth. Luisa pushed herself against me. She wanted to show her love to her mother. Smiling inwardly, I joined in the fun. After a quarter of a minute I broke the voluptuous kiss. All the bystanders looked at us joyfully. Most of the girls in particular had certainly never seen such an intimate tongue kiss before. Luisa beamed at me happily and Priya clapped with enthusiasm. Almost everyone agreed only Sula grimaced. She actually wanted to be the first lady. I held Luisa’s mother close to me. It had certainly been like an engagement for Luisa, so she was beaming with joy and happiness. She hugged her mother tenderly and they both squeezed a few tears.

Again, I felt pleasantly touched. I have never had so many positive emotions in my life as in the last three days. Somehow, after the horror and my fear of death, I slowly came to rest and to a previously unknown serenity. I was really looking forward to the next time with all the loved ones here.

After dinner, I checked our pool. The pool was half full, but the water was quite cool. I stopped the inflow in the hope that the water warmed up in the blazing sun. Very warm water came out of the shower. The inlet was apparently directly from the high tank on the roof. I can still use warm water later. The four girls were now cleaning the freshly grouted tiles. A very good job from my point of view, but Priya still improved some places. She was certainly the most careful of all the girls.

I called Lenya to me and praised her with a cheek kiss and a strong hug. Her smile reserved, but that didn’t mean anything, as she had proved to me recently. I sent the four girls to their rooms to get the bathing panties and bathrobe. Sula, as always, pretended everything, even if she no longer looked at me directly. I did not expect such a jealous thing by a twelve-year-old girl!

Sula was the only one who came back topless with a gym shirt in her hand, while the others were wearing panties and a gym shirt, as I had requested. So, Sula had to put the shirt on too. The warm water from the roof tank was now already a little cooler from the hose with which I let it run into the basin, but the water in the pool was more bearable, maybe already almost 20 degrees.

Sula took all the other girls from gardening to the pool. By now we had brought about ten chairs from the terrace. The pool could be inaugurated. At noon I had put on one of the exquisite swimming trunks from Rus. The villagers were allowed to take a seat. There was a can of some lemonade for everyone. Then I called Lenya to me, praised her for her diligent work. I helped her out of her gym shirt and showed everyone that you had to take a shower before bathing. After Lenya, I called Priya to me, also praised her, and helped her out of the shirt. Meanwhile, Lenya was ready. I led her to the stairs, declared the pool open. The applause of the spectators was full of recognition. Lenya got into the cool water a little shuddering, but together with Priya, she soon felt more comfortable. Meanwhile, most of the girls had run into the house to get their bathing panties and bathrobe. Ananda and Sula were already properly dressed and showered as prescribed. Only Fahsai and Esther did not want to go into the water. They had also fetched a chair from the terrace and were sitting with the women.

The girls were increasingly raging in the water, teasing each other, and splashing each other full. The mood rose. So, I also took a shower and then let the crowd of girls spray and grope me. However, they did not manage to immerse me in the water, perhaps eighty centimetres deep. But we had a lot of fun. And, of course, Sula was again the most zealous in spraying and fighting. It didn’t seem to bother anyone anymore that everyone was showing her budding breasts. It was just an exuberant mood.

After a few minutes I whistled off and everyone had to get out of the pool. It was pretty cold. Some flitted across the meadow to dry. Most of them had their bathrobe with them and were able to dry themselves off. Priya was of course the worried mom again and had brought a box of towels. She was a real piece of gold by behaviour. Soon everyone had pulled on her sports shirts and warmed herself in the sun.

Then I turned up the water for the basin again. 150 Centimetres of water height were provided. “Hopefully everyone can swim,” I thought to myself, because none of the girls could still stand at this depth. Mayari asked about dodge ball. I let the girls play without acting as a referee. They organized themselves. Meanwhile, the people were on their way back to the village. The men with the ox-cart soon followed.

I sat down on the terrace, watched the girls playing and smoked a fine cigarette. Tomorrow would finally decide whether there was still a search for the crashed helicopter. Otherwise..., who knows what would become of us then. If I was honest with myself, I didn’t expect it for a few days.

Luisa and Cara prepared the Sunday meal. My ‘fiancée’ had cooked a hearty goulash from a large piece of pork from the cold cellar. However, a small incident occurred during the meal. Fahsai refused to eat from the meat. How did she know it was pork? Apparently, many Islamic-influenced people had developed a feeling for it. In any case, it tasted excellent to me. I had never eaten a better goulash with onion, tomato, and herbs. My praise almost embarrassed Luisa, but the girls also clapped enthusiastically.

Everyone wanted to dance and sing after dinner. So, it was no wonder that immediately everyone ran to their rooms to wash their hands and put on their shoes, which they had received from Priya today. They were slippers with a soft sole, which everyone should wear only in the house and which were especially well suited for dancing. Cara asked Priya to perform her song, and then the little Italian performed new dance steps. Soon a squad of increasingly synchronous girls was about to move again in the formation dance. They repeatedly called me to themselves, but I had no desire to embarrass myself awkwardly.

Since it was the songs from my phone, I knew when the cuddly songs came. I got up, took Cara in my arms, and cuddled a song with her on the dance floor. Another five girls followed, but then the cuddling time was over. However, I noticed with every dance that the girls longed for physical closeness. No wonder, it was probably weeks ago that they were hugged for the last time, maybe never by some of their parents. With Sula I tried a rock ‘n’ roll. Oh, we increasingly succeeded. She really had rhythm in her blood. Mayari then imitated her as she danced exuberantly with me. Again, Sula looked displeased. I was determined to get rid of her jealousy as soon as possible.

And then Isabella made an effort to dance a samba with me, although the music screamed for Lambada. Since I was not so skilled, Mayari and Isabella suddenly whirled across the dance floor, that it was just such a joy. Only the rocking skirts were missing for high enjoyment. Fahsai and Esther had not danced with me yet. Esther lay like a goddess in my arms, when finally, it was the turn of a slow cuddle song again. We were floating on the dance floor and she obviously enjoyed pressing herself very hard on me. For the first time, my masculine feelings stirred again today. “Esther will be a beautiful woman one day,” I thought to myself. The Hungarian temperament and the feminine art of seduction seemed to be in her blood.

Now only Fahsai was with me without dancing. Six couples had formed and danced in various ways. Before I lifted little Fahsai in the air and asked for a dance. She was petite and very thin, a lightweight. She didn’t want to dance with me, but I carried her laughing across the dance floor. I teased and tickled her because I only needed one hand to hold on. At last, she laughed too. The ice was broken. I then gave her my arm and led her to her chair. We both had to laugh as we strutted along.

It was time for the end of a beautiful day. No one wanted to go to bed, but Priya got a little scolding because she didn’t turn off the music right away. Now I was the strict dictator again. When I said goodnight, I wanted to find out why Esther and Fahsai had not gone in the pool with me. Esther understood quickly and showed me a pack of tampons. So, she already had her period and had direct access to bandages and tampons in the doctor’s room. I stroked her hair tenderly and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She snuggled up to me again. So far, she had been quite reserved until our dance today. Was it her period or did she feel more comfortable in my presence now? It seemed to be both.

Fahsai was actually still a small child, but strongly attached to her parental faith. I had repeatedly seen her praying to Mecca. The Koran school had obviously strongly influenced her. She was also uncomfortable when I stayed with her a little longer. Nevertheless, I caressed her gently and looked deep into her beautiful eyes. It was not pleasant to her, and she dropped her eyes down. Then I kissed her forehead and stroked her back. The little one was trembling. What such a religion could make of a small person. Or was she just afraid of me?

Lenya, on the other hand, looked at me expectantly. It literally crackled when I bent down to her. Her arms wrapped around me and she kissed me vigorously on the mouth. When her tongue made another attempt to split my lips, I courageously withdrew. It was also stupid for the girls. At the age of 12 or 13, they began to gradually discover their sexuality. They would like to test it carefully with a boy their age, but there were no boys here. There was only one weak old man like me, who increasingly understood that he could only be a surrogate father at most, but not the stormy lover of thirteen girls who were perhaps homesick and certainly also afraid of the future. It was a foolishly planned game by Rus to buy off the girls from their parents and then to want to abuse them here for love services or as birthing machines. But the parents were also to be condemned. Who would sell their child?

Zarina, as always, was reserved. She hadn’t gotten used to me yet. But she was certainly the first one we would have to ask if she would be ready for our future to have a child with me. There was still time and even Zarina still had to mature into the right woman, but from a purely physical point of view, she was already a full-fledged young woman.

Babette, on the other hand, wanted much more today. She took my hands, put them on her breasts and clung to me. I tolerated the game for a few seconds until I made it clear to her that this was not the way to do it. However, it was already intoxicating how the little one wanted to give me her breasts to caress. Many of the girls wanted to assure themselves of my affection. For this, some were obviously willing to leave their bodies to me, and not even after a week. How should it only become when the hormone level continues to rise and the competition for the only ‘alpha animal’ has completely broken out?

Sula should find out right away. I said from the door “Good night!” and put out the light. She called for me, but I closed the door. I heard a sob in it, but I had to stay hard. Thirty minutes later, as I was walking quietly down the aisle again; I heard voices at Sula’s. Priya and Isabella comforted my assistant, who was still sobbing heavily. When I entered the room, the comforters wanted to leave the room in fright. I held them back and sat down with them at Sula’s bed. I gently stroked Sula and told her that I simply could not prefer her. Although she understood my words that I had responsibility for all the girls, and that I would have to treat them the same as everyone else, but she had imagined that I would love her and later marry her. Between stammering, she brought this out. I smiled at her, gave her a forehead kiss, and then gave Priya and Isabella one too. Then I pressed all three of them to me. Again, I stroked Sula’s hair, and then brought the other two to their rooms.

Now I wanted to take a quick look at what was in the six suitcases I had locked in Rus’s living room. We urgently needed a radio. There were only documents in the pilot’s suitcases, two smaller suitcases full of Russian documents. One contained securities with shares and coupons. I’ll look at them later. There were many well-known European companies among them, but not American ones. This was largely logical for me. In America, each shareholder was registered personally. A Russian multimillionaire could not remain anonymous.

The other two pilot suitcases each contained a sealed package of documents, obviously also securities or certified documents. For this, I discovered things of a man’s personal need. I put the electric shaver aside. It was a very expensive ‘Brown’ shaver for at least three hundred euros, which I could never have afforded myself just because of the price.

Then I opened the first suitcase. Tightly pressed Euro notes lay in front of me in packages, a package of € 100,000 each in € 100 notes. 1.5 Million Euro, oh, man! Below them was a second layer with the same number of packages, but this time with 200 € notes. Together, this resulted in 4.5 million euros. It was cynical. I was rich now, but it was of no use. I wouldn’t be able to spend the money. Then came the suitcase with which I had dragged myself down the slope shortly after the crash. “Shit, damn it!” escaped me. Thirty Packages of $ 100,000 that are $ 3 million were pressed in the case. I angrily threw two packages into the corner. Useless stuff.

08.08.2016 - Monday

A week had passed since the children arrived at the camp. Six days ago, the Rus crashed with his people. From my point of view, today was the last day of hope that a search party could find us if they were looking for the helicopter. At the weekend, they had certainly not continued the follow-up if there had been one. On the helipad I had painted a huge S.O.S. with white paint, but no helicopter was coming, also meant that it could not be seen. From tomorrow, I and everyone else, as far as possible, would have to be prepared for the fact that we would probably have to settle here in the long run. But my expectation had long gone towards zero. I had let the little spark of hope glow in my heart a little more, but the head told me: “Get clear ship and plan to be here for at least the next five years.”

Yes, of course Dr. Liebknecht was officially allowed to end her banishment around 6 p.m. today. I was wondering if I should take a step towards her. I needed the young woman, but would she take it as a weakness of mine if I asked her for lunch? I decided that this weakness would be just my strength. And inwardly I had to smile violently at the thought that at some point she gave herself to me physically. I probably had enough time for that, but the smile remained.

Breakfast and the half-hour of English were over, and all were at their duty. Only Sula stood next to me like a dissatisfied puppy dog. Instead of wagging her tail, she kneaded her hands uncertainly. I asked her to take care of the pool. We had pulled the tarpaulin over it again yesterday so that the water would not get dirty so quickly. Priya, Esther, and Cara helped her to expose the pool area. I explained to them again that dirt always collects on the tarpaulin and should not fall into the basin.

It was raining lightly, but the rain was warmer than the water in the pool. The water was now so high that no girl could stand in it anymore. I would have to test that could swim this afternoon. While Cara went to the kitchen to prepare the lunch, the other three were supposed to approach garden soil again. I scolded that the wheelbarrows were left so dirty. Each should bring the perhaps eighty meters to the unloading point soil ten times with a half-filled wheelbarrow. Sula once again wanted to prove how good she is, but she could only make the too heavily filled cart topple over. We laughed and I indicated again that the vehicle was to only be half full.

I washed, put some shaving water on my three-day beard and went to the guesthouse. The two old men came towards me with the ox-cart. I pointed at the clock and threatened with my fist, but they didn’t seem to take this seriously. That’s why I decided to discipline them in the next few days, but now it was the doctor’s turn.

She was not to be found in the guesthouse. Perhaps she fulfilled her duties and was in the village. First, I cracked two huge boxes of the same kind that were standing in the ore processing. I thought I was dreaming. There was a golf cart in both boxes. I completely unpacked the buggy with four seats, removed the locks and transport fixtures. I found the charging cable, 220 Volts, oh with pleasure. I turned on the two main switches and plugged in the car for charging. Maybe I could go back to the headquarters, I hoped. I was really childishly excited; a ready-to-drive e-mobile would make our lives much easier.

In the village Mrs. Liebknecht was in conversation with Carmen. Her notes seemed extensive. Perhaps we really soon had a complete overview of our possibilities and problems in agriculture and cattle breeding. At a building, Kira and Daja, our especially animal-loving children, learned how to slaughter, pluck, and gut chickens. Both were not squeamish and Djamila, the mother of my Luisa, showed them the poisonous bile and the other internal organs. It made me kind of glad to have chosen the right ones. Soon they will deliver us chickens and geese. They could already milk, whether cows or goats. Then Djamila proudly showed me a small wire fence with many small turkey chicks. She led the two girls and me into a clearing. We went through a long row of newly planted trees, which were only a man’s height and carried our tea-leaves. I was amazed. There were maybe 12 to 15 alpacas, and between them a lot of turkey hens and a few male turkeys. That was great. A turkey certainly gave a full meal for sixteen of us, well, maybe two turkey hens or a big turkey. The fence was cleverly built. When the grass was eaten, the villagers simply carried the enclosure with the animals a few meters further.

I had seen many alpacas before, but never so close that I could pet them. The coat was soft, but also had a tight structure. Djamila had a hard time telling me something about the alpacas. Ms. Doctor had not yet seen or counted the turkeys and the alpacas. The interpreter Carmen seemed a little annoyed because Djamila had shown me the secret treasures of the village community, but Luisa’s mother only waved her off.

Finally, Djamila brought a fine thick blanket. It was made of alpaca hair. The alpacas were sheared every year and the hair was processed into yarns. There were also alpaca hair mats in many huts. In addition, there were many textiles made of sheep’s wool.

Carmen admitted on my repeated demand that the alpacas also provided good meat. However, breeding could not be increased because there was not enough hay or grass available. Previously, it would have been customary to slaughter an alpaca once a year for an important village festival. I continued to admit this to the village, but they should invite us all to the feast. Carmen learned from me that we had sown more than 3,000 square meters of grass in our circle. The children would certainly be happy if there were three to five alpacas in our garden permanently. We shook hands, and I finally squeezed Carmen. Djamila looked at me in fright, she had seen that Carmen clung to me more than necessary. Everyone here was jealous or full of ulterior motives. The worried cook-mom was probably worried about my relationship with her daughter.

But an important thought occurred to me. It seemed that Carmen could still have children, too. To my question about her age, Carmen gave an evasive answer. Maybe she didn’t know either, but her eyes flashed. She told me that she was interested in a closer relationship with me, smiling uncertainly. Don’t forget, Michael, remember sometimes!

Mrs. Liebknecht also included the alpacas and turkeys in her lists. I also showed her the maybe 30 cubs in the cage. Soon it was lunchtime. The four girls ate lunch in the village this week, so they saved time and long distances. The doctor had also used this for the last two days. Our discussion on the way to the circle was fruitful. I explained to her that in such a complicated community, military leadership would be necessary. If she submitted to me, she would have a good living. It would be important never to contradict me in front of the children. Surely I would also make wrong decisions. I would be happy to discuss everything if we were among ourselves, but never in the presence of third parties.

She seemed kind of converted, gave me calm, approving answers and obviously wanted peace with me. I explained to her that I have no idea about young girls, that almost everyone threw herself at me, for whatever reason, and that I am afraid to hurt the already severely battered children’s souls. “For this, I need your help.”

Then I told her the story of the disappointed Sula. She smiled a little mockingly and said: “I also thought you wanted something from her. You preferred the little one so much. She had to misunderstand that.” But she finally realized that Sula’s English was the main reason for me to use the Kenyan girl as my assistant. Somehow I had the feeling in the conversation that the young woman at my side had also been jealous of Sula.

“Damn, I’ll probably never understand a woman,” I thought. Maybe Ms. Doctor also wanted some tenderness or more from me, because unfortunately there was no alternative for her. So far I knew almost only the commercial love. Love and affection between husband and wife were a legend for me.

When I arrived at the container warehouse, I found that my golf cart was ready for use. State of charge was 25 percent; I could safely reach to the house. I jovially invited Mrs. Liebknecht to go with me. We picked up her things at the guesthouse. Then I noticed that there was also an urgent need for cleaning here. Finally, this could be a real task for our Romanian Babette. The outdoor facilities also needed urgent care. I didn’t want to let anything rot in the valley, as far as we could manage.

Honking and squealing, I stopped in front of the entrance stairs, let the young doctor into the house and then took a lap of honour on the concrete garden paths. The girls squealed with enthusiasm and wanted to ride along. Cara also came running out of the kitchen. I carefully drove the first lap with five of the girls, and then it was the other four. It was a lot of fun at first. Finally, I released the excited children, each squealed in a different language as I drove across the terrace and plugged the buggy into an outlet behind the house for charging.