Date: Mon, 16 May 2005 20:36:08 +0200 From: hadjo Subject: Harry-14 English is not my native language, so please have some consideration... Chapter 13 ended with: "Hello..." I told the microphone, hoping this wasn't someone trying to sell me something I didn't need at all... "Escuse sir, you do... small boy, Harold Janovsky Romany, live you house, yes?" Chapter 14. For a short moment I didn't know what to answer. I heard a male voice, nearly in tears, speaking with a very strange accent and clearly not used to speak our language... who is this man? And who is that small boy he is talking about? A certain Harold Janov... But... of course! That's my boy! Harold Romany... little Harry. What do they want from him? "Yes sir, that boy is here, he is living in my house. And may I ask you who you are?" He told me his name, a very strange sounding name to my ears and I couldn't really understand the rest: "Me... telephone and boy, please? Boy with telephone? Yes? Boy here, speak me? Please?" He wanted to speak to little Harry? But why? They are the gypsies my lawyer was looking for? They found their little prince, my Harry? "Oh... I am sorry. Yes sir, a moment please, I will ask him..." "Harry, I suppose our lawyer has found your people. I have a man on the phone who is asking for you, but he only does speak a very foreign language. Perhaps you will try to understand him?" Little Harry took the big receiver in his small hands with some hesitation and listened. First his eyes grew very big and his face colored a deep red, after a few seconds his eyes started to beam and suddenly he answered with some very strange sounding words. Again he listened and answered, slightly searching for the right words and then he looked at me, beaming and with so much love in his eyes... "My people have found me dad. This man asks me to tell you he is very grateful and he wants to meet both of us as soon as possible." "Can you ask him where he's living?" Again Harry was searching for the right words but the man seemed to understand him. They talked for a couple of seconds. "He is living with his... er... my folks in Rumania, somewhere in the mountains. And he will be here by airplane tomorrow in the morning to meet us. He is bringing a few people with him and he will try to get an interpreter so you can follow our conversation." "You can tell him that's ok with me, but only if you really want to meet them..." "Of course I want!" he answered with a broad smile on his face and again he started to speak into the receiver. They talked for a couple of minutes and Harry started to speak the foreign language more and more fluent. Obviously the first six years of his life came back to him and I also observed a subtle change in his demeanor. He stood more upright, with a hint of proudness in his gestures, and also with something I only could describe as an aura of royalty... He put the receiver back, leaned into me and silently started to sob. I took him with me to the couch and John protectively draped his arm around him on the other side. For a long time nobody said anything. Again the telephone started to ring and I went to the desk. "Hello?" I told the microphone... My lawyer called, telling me with a very proud voice he had found little Harry's gypsy clan somewhere in Rumania. He handed them my phone number, so one of these days they certainly would contact me... and he nearly fell off his chair when I told him they already did. "But they didn't speak a word of our language, and I had to use an interpreter to be able to talk to them..." I told them about the conversation with little Harry and the meeting the next morning. He promised to be there too for possible legal consequences and to keep an eye on everything concerning Harold something Romany. What was his second name? Janovsky... I sat down on the couch and again both boys melted into me. "It was very strange dad... at first I couldn't find the right words, but after a while everything came back to me. I nearly could smell the campfires and hear the music. I was their little prince and everybody touched me, cuddled with me, played with me... all children were naked except for when we went into town or climbed the mountains because of the cold. They touched me everywhere, often played with my weenie and laughed when it went stiff... and everything was quite normal. Everybody played with every child and we all loved it. We had a gang of boys about my age and older and often we went on an adventure trip in the woods, looking for small animals to eat and following tracks. Sometimes we went into town but nearly always they were afraid of us and chased us away, but we really did nothing bad! I think they just didn't like gypsy's for they were always calling us names and throwing things at us. Often police came into our camp and searched for things, but they never found anything. Sometimes they took people with them but my folks always hided my parents and me the same moment the police entered the camp. Until the last time when they couldn't hide us fast enough and we had to flee... there was a cart hidden in the woods just for the occasion and we took the cart and the attached car. That's when we went on holiday to a foreign country with the intention of going back when everything would be quiet again..." The rest of the day went past in a celebrating atmosphere. Little Harry kept talking and talking and talking... he told us every slightest detail about what he remembered of the mountains, the caravans, his parents, all festivities where he was dressed in a gown with gold thread and a lot of jewels and sat next to his father, the times everybody was arrested and the camp was empty except for the children and a few elder women, their hiding in the woods where they had built some fort out of a few caravans and a lot of boards, how they went to another town to beg for food when everybody was hungry and were chased away by yelling people... At last John picked him up and put him down behind the computer to play an adventure game, and that helped. The rest of the day they were puzzling how to avoid dangerous monsters and how to enter the next cave. I phoned the clinic and made my excuses about some family affair that prevented us from showing up. We made a new appointment for Harry within three days and I phoned the airport to ask at what time the airplane from Rumania would arrive. They knew nothing about an airplane from that direction within the next days... I was puzzled. Did Harry misunderstand them? I asked him but he was sure, they would arrive the next morning by plane. So I called my lawyer and he was rather puzzled too. He promised me to contact the interpreter and let him phone them with our question about the time of arrival and where they would disembark. Half an hour later the lawyer phoned me back. They already were on their way by a private charter flight and would arrive the next morning about nine o'clock, where they already ordered a very big taxi to bring them to us. I could expect them about ten o'clock. They brought their own interpreter with them and politely asked me whether I would allow them to take some photographs in my house? They also brought with them all legal papers concerning little Harry and his parents. I could reckon with at least three noblemen, one interpreter, one photographer, one secretary, and of course my own lawyer, myself and my two boys. We decided to slightly rearrange the room for so many people and after that went shopping, accompanied by Davey who suddenly turned up. The boys told Davey everything about the newest developments and he promised to assist us the next day with everything concerning drinks and catering. He beamed and enthusiastically embraced me. "Thanks dad for letting me help!" "You're welcome son." "I like that, you calling me son!" I smiled and ruffled his hair. My third boy... how many boys would follow? Davey and John cooked while little Harry gave directions and tasted everything like a chef cook befits. After half an hour they had set up everything in the kitchen and again lit a few candles. Of course the food tasted delicious and all three beamed at my compliments. "I want to be a cook too when I am older," Davey proudly announced, "and Harry and John could be my assistants." "In your dreams!" John answered and poked Davey in the ribs. "Perhaps I will hire both of you as my personal kitchen personnel," little Harry announced with a smug face. Both boys attacked him until he surrendered. "That's not fair. You both are much older than me. Rape!" The boys cleaned the platters and the cutlery and put everything into place while I made myself a cup of coffee and settled down on the couch in the living room. I could hear some deliberations and after a while three boys entered the room, smiling furtively. "Dad, as Davey is helping us tomorrow, wouldn't it be easier for him to spend the night here?" John asked me with his best puppy eyes. "Yes dad, I think that's a good idea!" Harry supplemented, puppy eyes number two. I looked at Davey and saw puppy eyes number three, expectantly looking up to me. "Okay, but first you have to phone your mother..." Enthusiastically they went to the phone to get permission from Davey's mother. The boys went upstairs for some reason and I went to the computer and typed 'Romany'. The next hour or so I was busy reading as much as I could about a culture from the Balkan countries, consisting of about forty million people who were haunted and chased from the middle ages up to now. They had a very elaborate culture and didn't mix with 'gadjo' as they called foreigners. They always had one leader, and when he died his natural son followed him up. The leader always mixed with his people and you couldn't recognize him by his clothes or other characteristics other than his known royal heritage. They mostly lived from trading goods and manual labor. Nobody really knew them as they were very self-contained and proud and concealed their culture from every gadjo. The boys came downstairs and surrounded me. John opened the conversation: "Dad, do you have some time? We want to talk to you..." We settled down on the coach, with little Harry on my lap, Davey and John on both sides leaning into me. "Davey really wants to spend the night with us, but he is afraid he will get another of his nightmares. His father abused him nearly every night, and now and then he dreams his father is back and wants to do those things again. I told him about Harry's nightmare last night, but Harry couldn't remember anything and was very surprised! I also told him our secret, that we both sleep with you in the same bed without any clothes on, and he promised to never tell this to anybody, including his mother. Now he wants to try sleeping in the nude too. We think he should sleep with you in your bed tonight, so if necessary you can help him with his nightmares. And there's another thing, Davey never had a real dad, only a man that abused him, so perhaps tonight he might discover how a real dad acts. Harry and me will sleep together in Harry's room tonight, for both of us can sleep in your bed for the rest of our lives..." I tried to say something, but I couldn't find the words... I loved my boys soo deeply and total! I merely nodded. "Do you sleep in the nude too?" Davey asked me. "Do you have a problem with that?" "Nah, my father always came to me naked, mostly in the middle of the night. He furtively crept next to me and started to unclothe me. After that I had to do things with him and he did things with me. Until one night he tried to put his thing in my behind what caused a lot of pain and I started to bleed... but I thought every father did those things with his own children. I was always afraid..." He started to cry and I put my arm around him. I felt him stir for a moment but after that he melted into me. The next second John was next to him and little Harry threw his arms around Davey's neck. "Let it go, don't bottle it up. In a moment you will feel better..." Davey let it go and he did feel better. After a while his eyes started to beam again and suddenly he kissed me on the lips. "Thank you dad for comforting me. Now I am no longer afraid and I really do feel much better!" Davey washed his face in the kitchen and after a while the boys started a game on the computer and I zapped the channels on the TV looking for something interesting. The room felt peaceful and everything was in harmony. I started to think. Three noblemen... were they the subsidiary leaders as long as their king wasn't old enough to reign? One secretary... to annotate their decisions? They asked my permission to take some photo's... so they did accept me as the warden of little Harold. But I was a 'gadjo'... or was I? The boys got tired of the computer and we decided to call it a day. Tomorrow we should be fresh and bright. We went upstairs and John and Harry immediately started to undress. Davey looked around with some trepidation and blushing... obviously he wasn't used to undress when an adult was looking at him. I decided to force him a bit. "You are not going to run again naked I hope?" I teased him with a smile while undressing myself. He blushed fiercely and suddenly jumped up to me, trying to reach my neck with his arms as he had seen little Harry performing before. Fortunately I could catch him before he fell, but we tumbled backwards onto the floor. "Easy please, I am just an old man!" "You're just an old grandpa!" he teased me and tried to pin my arms. "Attack of the werewolves!" John shouted and tried to help Davey. "Attack of the creepy aliens!" little Harry shouted and jumped into the pile. Together they pinned me to the floor with triumph in their eyes. "We got your body, your heart and your soul!" little Harry declared... "Yeah, you certainly can be sure of that!" "You're crazy!" After a while they let me go, we undressed and went to the shower. I embraced Davey and for a moment I saw a hint of fear in his eyes, but the next moment he completely let himself go and he melted into my arms, looking up to me with a content smile on his face. We started to lather up and washed everybody's body as we were used to do, and soon Davey joined us with a content look on his face. He seemed a bit ashamed of his first boner, but this time John won. After that boners came and went and nobody paid any attention to them any more. Only when Davey had to wash my penis and balls I saw some trepidation, but he fulfilled his task heroically. Everyone dried everybody everywhere, but when little Harry dried Davey in his butt crack I thought I saw him wince a bit. I didn't pay much attention to it and we all went to bed, both boys went to little Harry's bed and Davey and I went to my bedroom. I slumped down onto the bed and Davey stood beside me, unsure and looking at his feet. "Come on! I promise at least tonight I will not bite." "I'm not used to sleep together with someone else..." "Would you rather sleep in John's empty bed tonight?" He shook his head and entered the bed from the other side, leaving a distance between us. I decided to let him for a while, turned around and closed my eyes. After two minutes I suddenly felt Davey's arm drape around me and ten seconds later I felt his body press against my back with a deep and content sigh. "Dad?" "Yes son?" "I like that, you calling me son! But may I ask you a question?" "Of course. What's the trouble?" "My butt is itching. Please will you have a look?" I switched the light on and Davey threw the blankets aside. He turned around and lifted his butt onto a pillow with his legs pulled up. Obviously he had done this many times before. He pulled his cheeks apart and for the first time of my life I saw a boy's rosebud. But what a mess! I saw a raw scar with some wild flesh and at least six stitches. I couldn't help it, I cursed. Was that a FATHER who had done this to his own child? The poor boy, marked for the rest of his life... "I know, I was too small for his big penis and he tore me open with his fingers in frustration. I tried to scream but he held his hand for my mouth and slammed me in the face. After that everything went black until the next morning when he put some cottonwool in it and warned me not to say a word to my mother. But the next day she saw blood on the sheets and took me to the hospital..." I had to take him into my arms and wept. What devils are there in this world! He wept with me, his head on my shoulder. Suddenly I heard him sob very softly: "Daddy, daddy, my daddy, I love you..." and he completely melted into me. After a while the sobbing lessened and he carefully repositioned himself. "Do you have some baby-oil or baby-powder?" "I only have some massage-oil for you. Will that help?" "I don't know but we can try." I got the bottle of oil and Davey again positioned himself onto the pillow. Careful I applied some oil to the scar and to the stitches. "Thank you dad, that already feels a lot better! Now I am sleepy..." I put the oil away, switched the light off and draped the blankets over us. Davey melted into my arms with a sigh and was gone. But I was awake for a long time, every time I closed my eyes I saw that man tearing his own son open in frustration because he was too small... Slowly the door opened and someone neared the bed. He tried to crawl in, felt Davey, walked around, crawled into the bed and onto my stomach with his nose in my left armpit and his arms around my neck. Little Harry sighed and was gone. Again the door opened. Someone tried to crawl into the bed, felt Davey, walked around, crawled into the bed and draped himself against my body with a content sigh and his pecker proudly poking into my thigh. I LOVE my boys, all three of them... ------- Chapter 15 will follow. Again many thanks for all your emails! I really love them, even the smallest. And greetings from my special friend Jasper... we had a private conversation by email and that felt wonderful. Again some excerpts from your emails: * Unfortunately what You talk about - the police raiding on anonymous calls etc without even having a formal decision from a prosequtor, and then holding a person without even allowing the involvement of a lawyer is all to common. Please use Your story to tell very clearly that this is a severe violation against both the grownups and the children involved. Your story is excellent and I think controversal enough to create some effect. I think You have a good tool here to do some good and right, and to attack some real abuse. Please use it to the full extent possivle without hurting the story itself. with a lot of respect to a soulmate. * I continue to love this story and the way you are telling it....so much compassion and love. You ripped my heart out with chapter 12. God, people can be so cruel........of course, under the circumstances and the way the world is.....it is completely believable that people can be so insensitive. Please know that you are appreciated; and keep up this excellent writing. * I just finished Chapter 13 of "Harry". The chapter keep getting more feeling and compassion as the story goes. I can feel the love that Big Harry has for his boys and we need more Big Harry's in this world instead of all the non caring sperm donors just getting their rocks off. I could truly feel Big Harry's pain at the time of his loss of his boys in my heart and I cried with him. I can see this story going in two directions. Little Harry has to get the operations to improve his facial features. The love in that little body must glow outward to win prejudice people. Little Harry must find his true place in the world and rights to his Heritage. I hope Big Harry does not feel pain from that knowledge being sought. I have to say that if I was Big Harry I would have to rout out the busy body that instigated in investigation and set her right. It sounds like someone lonely and jealous. Maybe the boys can assist her in finding some happiness. You catch more flies with sugar than salt and presently she is a "fly" that can continue to create problems. Please keep on writing. You amaze me with your professional insight and knowledge of the true world. Set your sights on The "Rights Of Goodness and Honesty" and work for nothing less. Your story is one of the most inspirational I have ever read and I hope more people are inspired to do good by reading your essay. * Who was the snich who turned them in. At least he got his boys back. Ted does the cliffhange ending frequently. I hope the guy looking for "Harold" does not try to take Little Harry from Big Harry. Another A+ in the English. * Wow that was interesting. I liked how you showed his depression and how the boys were treated. I can't wait to read more. I have enjoyed this story and you have done an excellent job showing all the emoitnal ranges there are. Keep up the good work. Please send your comments (or hints how to go on) to my mailbox: mailto:harry@hadjo.nl and thank you very much for reading my first story in the English language. My native language is Dutch (Nederlands) and I am living in The Netherlands.