My first impression of him was one of goldness. He had that strange skin that only wealthy people have. But it didn’t exactly look like tan. It was obviously a skin tone, a touch of foreignness that hadn’t come out a bottle. It was Jewishness.
12.18.2009
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The day he arrived was strange. I had not exactly forgotten about him, as he had rented the entire castle. But he was kind of at the back of my mind, just another faceless ‘them’ expecting caviar at four in the morning and their newspapers ironed.
12.09.2009
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There were a lot of rumours about the beautiful Jew: that he wasn’t really Jewish, that he had diamonds sewn into his penis like tribal scarification, that he had been smuggled out of a concentration camp as a foetus.
