My explanation was sounding feeble for all its truth and her daughter was not helping me out at all as she stood beside her mother smiling and waiting... for me to finish making myself look like an idiot. As my little speech petered out they were both giggling girlishly and I thought my face was going to melt off, I was so embarrassed. After they calmed down a bit the baroness haltingly told me she was glad her daughter had found such a nice little boy to talk to as her fit of giggles did not seem. Main – Main doggy style mein karunga. Gaand to tasali se aaram se marunga fir kabhi.Mujhe vishwas nahi ho raha tha ki main apni bua se aisi baatein kar raha tha.Bua – Aapka intezar rahega kal mujhe.Main shocked tha bua ke tum se aap pe aane ko lekar. Sath sath mujhe aaccha bhi lag raha tha ki mujhe bua milne wali thi humesha ke liye. Jisko maine saalo tak sapne dekhe the.Mujhe raat bhar neend nahi aai. Mujhe yeh baat sone nahi de rahi thi ki meri bua jinko mein kabse chodna chahta tha kal mere. Elsewhere, a bored looking gentleman in green velvet, one elbow resting upon a bright orange table cloth, filled his teacup with spoonful after spoonful of sugar as his companions - a scruffy looking fellow with whiskers and pointed ears much like a cat and a thin balding man clad in a pink tulle dress and wearing spectacles, his lower face hidden by a veil – animatedly waved their cutlery and shouted poetry at each other as if engaged in a debate.“Look, over there Alice. Do you see them?” the. Frau Schmidt was looking over our heads, reliving her experience and not seeing the present. “They put people they feared, did not want or wished to punish and kill into camps. My parents were communists. They just executed my father but my mother and I were sent to other camps and finally to Ravensbrück, a camp for women. To the guards, we did not have names, just these numbers.” She paused, sliding her fingers under her sleeve, tracing the numbers on her forearm.“The camps were bad from the.