81. Larson getting dizzy
- Every farang has to learn the lesson, said Bjorn. You can’t save Thai boys from themselves. You paid 50 000 baht to save Lek from prostitution. Then he went ahead and did it anyway.
Larson tried to kill a mosquito that was hovering above his beer with his hands.
- You think you know everything so much better, grumbled Larson.
- I don’t know everything better, said Bjorn. But I live here. I am ahead of you.
- Dietmar, said Larson. That creepy guy has it easier. He doesn’t try to help anyone. He doesn’t care.
- That’s true, said Bjorn. In a way the cold fish types like Dietmar have it easier. But they pay a price for it. To them gay life is just sex. I doubt if Dietmar has ever been in love with anyone. He is too shallow to be anything but a selfish boor. I would not trade places with Dietmar.
- How could Lek do this to me, said Larson. I gave him the chance to escape. He didn’t take it.
- Escape what? asked Bjorn. You still see Lek with rose tinted glasses. He is a moneyboy.
- You keep saying Lek is a moneyboy but I never paid him.
- You must have given him something. Clothes? Taxi money? Expensive shoes? Gold?
Larson’s eyes blinked nervously at the mention of gold and Bjorn knew he had a hit.
- So you bought him gold? Gold is as good as cash in Thailand. I wonder what Lek has cost you. If you add up everything you spent on him it would probably be cheaper to rent him for 1000 baht a day.
- What is this? asked Larson annoyed. An interrogation? I gave Lek a few gifts. That was all. It was my own idea. Nobody forced me and Lek never demanded anything. I know Lek wasn’t a saint or a virgin. But he had potential. I hated to see him go to Europe to sell himself.
- As if selling himself in soi 4 is any better, said Bjorn. Lek is an Isaan village boy. Selling himself is how he can make good money. Do you know what the waiters here make? 3-4000 baht a month. That’s all. Try living on that. Lek is using his one opportunity to get ahead. If he is lucky some nice German guy will fall for him and help him stay in Europe. Then he can get a normal job and send money back to his family in the village. That is as far as a boy like Lek can go.
- I wasn’t a john with Lek, said Larson. I was his boyfriend.
- If you say so, said Bjorn. But can’t you see the irony here? You are happy to be a john in soi Twilight but when someone like Lek, someone you care about, goes to prostitute himself you are suddenly against it.
- That’s different, said Larson.
- It is not different, said Bjorn. It is only that you see a different side of the boy. We are johns and whoremongers when it suits us. Then we are tender loving boyfriends when that suits us and then we want to save the boys from prostitution.
- I don’t know, said Larson and stared into his beer as if it contained a great secret. - My head gets dizzy when I think about all this. It looked easy when I came to Thailand. Now I have lost my bearings.
- Welcome to the club, said Bjorn. Thailand does that to you.
- I still don’t think Lek should have gone to Germany, said Larson.
- Lek made the best out of it, said Bjorn. He took your money since you forced it on him. Then he went to Germany to work. If you were in his shoes you would have done the same.
- Maybe I would, said Larson.
A mosquito had drowned in Larson’s glass. Larson fished it out with his finger and waved to the waiters to get another beer.
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