58. The lure of Germany
Larson’s rival the big German guy had left Telephone Bar. Can’t he find some other boy, thought Larson. Lek is taken. He is mine.
Larson brought Lek back to the Malaysia hotel. By now the excitement of a new partner was gone but Larson still thought Lek had a magnificent body. The two went to bed and Larson let the versatile Lek do most of the gymnastics. Larson still didn’t feel like moving around too much.
Everything was back to normal. Lek was as before. Only one thing had changed. Lek had a mobile phone. It was new and expensive. Larson had looked at the same model in Gothenburg but he could not afford it, not when he was going to Thailand and had to save up for the trip.
- Where did you get the phone? asked Larson.
- Is my younger brother. I only use.
- You borrowed it from your brother?
- Him stay Bangkok. He give phone me.
- What does your brother do?
- Him taxi.
- He is a taxi driver?
- Motocy taxi. Him work Lad Prao.
Larson didn’t know how much motorbike taxi drivers made but it seemed extravagant to buy a phone like this. Thais like status symbols, thought Larson. They spend all their money on a single object to show off.
I should not tell Bjorn about the phone, thought Larson. I know what Bjorn will say. He will start blabbering about Lek being a moneyboy again. I agree this phone looks suspicious but Lek gave me a rational explanation for it. The phone doesn’t belong to Lek. He is borrowing it.
At that moment the mobile phone rang and Lek answered it. Lek ran out to speak in the corridor. That’s polite, thought Larson. He doesn’t’ want to disturb me with his phone conversations. Good. Listening to other people talking on the phone is boring.
The doorbell rang. The door was unlocked and Bjorn opened it and looked in.
- Knock knock, said Bjorn. Anyone home?
- Come in, said Larson.
- I see your Thai friend is busy practicing his German in the corridor, said Bjorn.
- Lek is good at languages. I am impressed.
- He has been to Europe before, has he?
- I don’t know. But he has plans of moving to Germany. This fatso German guy is helping him get a visa.
- Fatso German guy? Where did you see him?
- In Telephone Bar.
- Would this be a chap in his 5oies, with thick eyeglasses, balding, with a small moustache, who speaks loudly?
- You know him? asked Larson
- That is Dietmar, said Bjorn.
- I don’t like this Dietmar. I think he is trying to steal Lek. He should mind his own business. He can go to Hamburg and rent boys at Reperbahn.
- Dietmar likes Thai boys, said Bjorn.
- You don’t say.
- And he likes to bring them back to Germany, one at a time. He will get them three-month tourist visas. Dietmar is the guarantor for their visa and their expenses while in Germany.
- What a generous man, said Larson.
- Not really, said Bjorn. Dietmar will buy them a ticket but the boys have to pay him back. He makes them pay for food as well. The boys have to work hard while they are in Germany.
- Work? They can’t work on a tourist visa. What do they do?
- Make a guess, said Bjorn.
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