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What name she had, I don’t remember, oh yes her name was Gina Colo. It was very weird name. Her complete name wasn’t what she told me but she abbreviated her name Gina. Colo was her family name. I and Gina met in train.
As I go to work every day at one thirty (1:30). I walk on the busy road Vittorio Venetto of Arezzo and arrived at Campo di Marte. This is the back side of Arezzo railway station. Where there is small garden. This is always occupied by alcohol drinkers. They bring their food stuff with them as well. They come here and sit on the benches which are made of wrought iron and wood. Most of them are gypsy people who belong to Romania. Italian people call them Zingari. Zingaris believe and say that their great grand fathers migrated from India and they came to Bulgaria and Romania. As Romanian and Bulgarian doesn’t need visa to enter in European countries so they come to these countries quite often. They come to Italy as it’s the nearest country for them. Romanian’s language’s origin is Latin so they learn Italian very fast. They have fare complexions and their religion is Christianity so for them it’s not difficult to mix themselves with Italian quickly. It’s my very bad habit when I write about something, I start talking about something else. I become a story teller instead of writer. So I was talking about alcohol drinker. Sometime with these nomads I mean Zingaris you can see some Arabic speaking people like from Morocco or Tunisia. Sometime one or two guy from Pakistan or Senegal as well. These Zingaris always carry their dogs with them. There dogs are like them, dirty and loafer. Whenever I go to station I have to use this passage and I pass from this side. I am always afraid of their dogs so I keep enough distance. These Zingaris think that I am scared of them. They raise their hand and call me sometime and offer me to eat but I can’t stop because I have to catch the train. My train arrives at thirteen fifty (13:50) on platform number 4. It happens quite often that this train comes late 10 or 20 minute late for nearly whole month. This is quite normal in Italy, I mean train delaying. When I step in the train I always try to find a place, where nobody is sitting. As a matter of fact Italian has many bad habits but one is the most that when they sit in the train, they talk a lot, it doesn’t matter its morning, evening, late night, you can say twenty four hours. They speak very loudly and they use their hands and body as well when they speak. They can’t complete their phrases without using their hands. Sometime it happens, the person who is sitting next to them, their conversation causes him headache. But they don’t care. The main and the basic topics of discussion for Italians are clothes, food and sex. Other than these they don’t have any topics to discuss. Clothes, shoes, sun glasses, socks even whatever they use, they discuss about this. What they ate last night. If they had pizza last week, they will tell everyone. If by luck they had chance to have dinner in restaurant, they will discuss it for months that we had dinner in restaurant. About sex not even men, women are one step ahead, they discus it contentedly and gleefully. If they had some love bite they won’t mind of showing it.
Anyway I always lose the track. So like everyday I stepped in the train. Like always I found a seat where nobody was sitting. I positioned my famous bag which I always have, on seat next to me and two seats in front of me were empty. I took out my book Genome written by Matt Ridley, as I wanted to open it, a very melodious voice stroked with my ears. I felt that someone played some mellow music. I raised my head; I saw a slim smart girl was asking me permission to sit on one of the seat which was in front of me. Or you can say she was asking me that if this seat is vacant. Her accent of Italian language was different. I responded happily, “Yes yes”.
If there would have been someone else instead of her, I wouldn’t have shown this much joy. Especially if that would have been some male because of his mal company my one hour would have been in waste and which happens quite often.
As she asked, she fixed herself on seat, I used word fixed because I was travelling in first class because the first class compartments are little bit better than second class and seats are more comfortable. In regional trains the seats are not that comfortable and they are a bit hard. We travel reluctantly in these trains because we don’t have any choice.
So what I was saying, she sat in front of me. I was pretending that I am reading book but in fact I was staring at her as it’s my very bad habit. As she sat, she placed her purse on the seat next to her. It was written on it in big alphabets D&G, which means Dolce and Gabbana. Dolce&Gabanna are famous Italian designers. They are two friends. In the beginning they launched clothes but now they make everything.
Anyway I had complete look of that girl from head to toe. She was wearing very beautiful round shaped shoes which are called ballerina shoes and usually they are without heel. They are ballerina because ballet dancers wear these kinds of shoes. Her feet which were naked I mean out of shoes were very beautiful. When I raised my head above ankle, I got pleased because she had shaved her legs with such delicacy and accuracy if an ant would have walked on these legs, that ant would have slipped. I call these kinds of legs “margarine legs”. Her legs were very soft and shinny, I wanted to touch them but it was impossible. The speciality of her legs was that there were no marks on her legs. They weren’t dark or white. It was very beautiful complexion. I raised my eyes little further than I noticed that she wasn’t wearing mini skirt but it was more than mini skirt. She had tied her skirt on her hip; I would say the hip bone. She wasn’t wearing skirt, she just covered her that part with this piece of clothes I would rather say and it was called skirt. As she was slim smart so there were no signs of fat on her body. From waist up to navel even up further there was a line which you can have after doing a lot of exercise. Other than this line her six packs were prominent on her belly. They are called abs as well. She was wearing as upper a floral pattern thing. You can’t call it shirt or t-shirt. It was a piece of cloth which she was carrying on her body. It had very thin strings. With these strings, there were strings of her bra which were visible as well. Anyhow the bra’s strings were transparent or made of some plastic stuff. These both strings were very fascinating on her shoulders. She had very good figure but she had such kind of push up because of them her breast was looking robust and a bit bigger than her size. Than her collar bone was very beautiful and then there was a very beautiful line which was entering in her breasts, I mean she had beautiful cleavage. I don’t know what you call in Urdu. Now I come towards her face. After her collar bone, I saw her beautiful neck. Her hairs were blond. You can’t say they are yellow or golden I should say blond. They were very silky and straight. A little bunch of hair was laid or her chest and they were coming from back of her neck. That bunch of hair was moving like a snake of her chest because she was breathing slowly and due to this the movement her breasts were visible and prominent. Still that bunch of hair was moving. Her face was hidden behind book which she was reading. I tried to read the title of book but I didn’t get what was the title. Now I wanted to see her face. Habitually I tried to invent excuses to speak with her. I was thinking what I should say. I was knitting ideas in my mind; I heard some musical and melodious voice. When she spoke, she removed that book from her face. The word beautiful is very little and ordinary for her. If I would be a poet, I would have written ghazals and if I would be a painter, I would have painted her portrait. From her face it was clear that she isn’t Italian. Face was clean, forehead wasn’t that narrow that it seemed ugly and wasn’t broad seemed weird. It was appropriate. Her eye brows were plucked very nicely and between eye brows and eye lashes she painted this part with some light eye shade, I think it was light purple. She used mascara for her eye brows to show them bit longer although they were already beautiful, thin and long. Her makeup was very light. If you have a deep look than you can understand otherwise it was difficult to judge. I think she used some special kind of foundation cream due to that her face was little pinkish. Her lipstick was very bad. It was exactly colour of her lips but it was very glowing and shiny. Due to this her lips seemed like wet and lustrous. Her eyes, nose and lips everything was very beautiful. Above all when she used to speak, dimple on her both cheeks used to appear. I was telling you that she spoke with me in Italian language she asked me,
“Are you Italian”?
I responded her swiftly, “God send me to hell if I am Italian. I am Pakistani. God wanted to give me some punishment, so that’s why I am in Italy”.
She started laughing and she said laughingly, “I am not Italian as well”.
I asked her, “So where you from”.
She said, “My father is Hungarian and mother is Romanian”.
I said, “My father is Pakistani and mother is Pakistani as well”.
She laughed again and said, “Your sense of humour is very good”.
I said, “I am an unknown short story writer. So I invent new things”.
She said shockingly, “But you were reading book on genetics”.
I said, “I have addiction of this subject”
Now I knew that she was looking at me
She said, “I like cloning but now I don’t read”.
I asked her curiously, “Why”.
So she said, “Now I don’t find time. I have started this book but I am unable to finish this book”.
I asked her, “What is the title of book and it’s in which language”.
She said, “It’s in Romanian language and it’s the story of Vlad Tepes (Zippish)”.
I asked her, “Who is this Tepes (Vlad Zippish)”?
She said, “You heard the name of Dracula”.
I said, “Yes off course”.
Then she said, “This is the story of that Dracula which you have heard. As you are short story writer, it doesn’t matter you aren’t famous but if you will become famous someday than you will mention this story somewhere in your short story”.
I said, “Oh yes, why not, I have heard that Dracula was from Transylvania and he used to drink blood of the people”.
She said, “This isn’t true. These American made film about him and they have done wrong publicity about this gentleman. Dracula who was in fact Vlad Tepes (Zippish), he was the king of Transylvania. It’s something two hundred years old story. During his reign there wasn’t crime in his kingdom. There were no thieves. The whole country had peace and calmness. Even you left a bag full of gold, nobody ever dared to touch it. Vlad Tepes (Zippish) used to give severe punishment to thieves. He used to fix a piece of wood in their arse hole the people who used to steal or do robbery. So everyone was afraid of these kinds of punishments. One day it happened like this that he went for the battle with his soldiers. Somebody gave news about Vlad Tepes (Zippish) that he died during battle. His wife believed what she heard. She went on the roof of palace and she jumped from there and committed suicide. When he came back from battle and he heard the entire story, after hearing this he felt very bad. After this he started wearing mourning dress, always black”.
After hearing true story of Dracula, I got flabbergasted and I said shockingly, “Is that true, what you told me”.
She said, “Of course it’s true”.
This whole story was new for me. I asked her, “What’s your name”.
She said, “Gina Colo”.
I burst into laugh. She got it, why I was laughing. In Italian language culo is bum but in Romanian language it’s a family name, only the spellings are different but the pronunciation is same.
She asked my name. I introduced myself.
Finally I asked her that question which was in mind right in the beginning and I was so curious to ask, “Are you a model because you are very beautiful. If you aren’t than you can become”.
She said, “All Romanian girls aren’t that lucky that they become Seradova (Seradova was a Romanian girl. She came to Italy and she was lucky enough and became a famous Italian model).
I said, “It’s not like that”.
I inquire her further, “You come here for studies”.
She said, “No I am call girl of higher level, in simple words I am prostitute. I sell myself”.
It was very astonishing for me that she said without any hesitation that she is prostitute, a call girl.
She asked me, “What you do”.
I said, "I vend myself as well”.
She started laughing and she said laughingly, “Are you gay or you are male escort”?
I said, “I am neither gay nor male escort. I do manual work. If I do some job where I use brain, I shouldn’t have said that I sell myself”.
She smiled and said, “You tell things in tangling way. It’s not your fault. As you are writer so it’s quite normal that you talk like this. Oh! If I tell you my story, will you make short story of it”.
I said, “If you don’t mind tell me your story. I will make short story but I am not sure that it will be published someday”.
She said, “It doesn’t matter”.
Like this she started her story,
“How do I look like that you have seen very well because since I sat on the seat, you had a complete look of my every part of body. In fact you started watching me from my feet”.
When she was saying this I was feeling a lot of embarrassment inwardly but what should I do and I can’t stop myself because it’s my bad habit.
I said, “You are embarrassing me. It’s my very bad habit, I mean staring at people. You were going to tell me your story”.
“Okay, let’s start but are you sure you will remember everything”.
I said, “For that you don’t need to worry, you start your story”.
“My story starts from Romania. In those days I got admittance in Bucharest University newly. I was very beautiful so I became very famous in university in a very short span of time. Almost every day lots of boys used to ask me out. As I was studying genetics, so every boy started taking information about this subject. They used to learn the names of famous geneticists of the world. My plan was to do research on cloning, so I used to concentrate upon my studies. So in my dreams I used to meet with Ian Wilmot. Do you know who Ian Wilmot is”?
I said, “Yes I know about him. He has made Dolly by cloning with the help of another geneticist”. (Dolly is the name of sheep which was made by Ian Wilmot with the help of cloning).
She said, “Do you know why is it called Dolly”?
I said, “I don’t know about this”.
So she said, “Famous singer Dolly Parton has big breasts”.
I said, “What’s the relation of Dolly Parton’s big breasts with cloning”.
She said, “If you have read about cloning, they have taken cell from dolly’s mother’s udder and they cultured this cell for cloning. That’s how they made Dolly, so that’s how it’s related with Dolly Parton’s big breasts with udder”.
I got surprised.
She said, “Forget about cloning. I was telling you my story. My dream was to join Rosilin Institute, where Ian Wilmot did research about cloning. I didn’t go there but I met with a person who promised me to take there. He offered me to fulfil my dream. He met with me in a bar. As he saw us, I mean me and my class mates, he said, are you models”?
We said jointly, “No, not at all”.
He took permission from us and came to our table where we were sitting. Why we should be minded of this. Then he said, “If you don’t mind, can I pay for your drinks whatever you had”.
I stopped him but other girls said yes, so I kept quite although I didn’t like it. During conversation he told us that he is Italian guy and he has passion of photography, for his passion he travels from one country to another. We believed him. I presumed it quickly that he is interested in me.
I said, “Let’s come to point”.
He said, “I want to do your photo session. I will give the price you want”.
My both friends were looking at my face.
I said, “I want to study in Ian Wilmot’s Rosilin Institute. Will you be able to pay all the expanses”?
He said, “Yes”.
Until yet whatever we dialogued or discussed, we thought it’s all for fun. Anyway he promised to see us again. He gave us his visiting card.
I said, “We are student of genetics. We don’t have enough time”.
He said, “I know that you are student and you don’t have enough time for these things but your university will be closed for two weeks. You have golden time for this project”.
We got shocked that how does he know all this. He paid for our drinks and left us on our own.
That’s how our first meeting ended.
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It had been one week, I nearly forgot about that gentleman. I went to the same bar where thrice of us met with that gentleman last week. I don’t want to tell you his name but you can just call him Paolo”.
I said, “I don’t care what his name was. I just want to know how you came here”.
She continued her conversation and said, “I don’t know why, when I entered in the bar I thought of that gentleman unconsciously. If I will see that gentleman, what will happen? While I was thinking about him, somebody placed his hand on my shoulder. I turned my head and I saw Paolo was standing in front of me.
He said, “I knew you will come”.
I said, “Every week end I come here. I didn’t come here seeing you”.
He said, “Forget about these things, let’s go to another table”.
I accompanied him to the next table. We started talking. During conversation he positioned contract on the table. I refused to sign it.
He said, “Take it, read it and answer me calmly”.
I took contract and stuffed it in my purse. He gave me many ideas; he offered me many things like Miss Italia contest, guaranteed job in Italian Television, Italian Nationality and working for lot of advertising agencies. He convinced me and impressed me as well. I sank in deep thoughts and imaginations and forgot about genetics. I took out contract from my purse, signed it and gave it to him.
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“We had vacations from university. I phoned my family that during vacations I am not coming home; I will stay with my friend. According to contract I had to work with Paolo for two weeks”, she said.
I said, “For one week we will shot at different locations and after that I will make short telefilms”.
I said, “You were talking about photo session only”.
So he said, “Look at such and such page of contract, it says about telefilm as well. There isn’t any harm in doing that. That will help you to introduce in add world”.
I said, “Okay, fine”.
We did photo session at different beautiful spots of Romania. Most of my photos were semi nude and nude. I got shocked after seeing my photos. I didn’t know that that I am that beautiful. My body has such marvellous curves. I myself started admiring my photos. Then he made a tele film. While he was making this film, we came very closer to each other. He had sexual intercourse with me as well couple of times. Time was flying when we were working together. Two weeks passed very quickly. At last while he was leaving, he gave me packet of photos and it had a video cassette as well he said watch it when I am not here. I saw that film and got shocked and embarrassed. Whatever we had together it was recorded in this cassette. Now I knew that he made my pornographic film and he launched it. I don’t know how many copies he made. I used to cry a lot all day long. I got sick of studying. I was 19 but after this I used seem like a 30 years old girl. I was worried about film, I new thing happened. The calendar of my nude photos came in market. From no on whole university got information and news about my scandal. As I became famous, I was notorious as well on the other hand. I was being expelled from university. One day I was sitting on the stairs of church and I was crying. One priest came to me and he encouraged me and showed me some hope for life.
He said, “You come towards religion. This is the only solution for your worries”.
“Like this I left everything and became a nun. I started learning Latin and Greek in the church. They taught us history and Hebrew as well. I took keen interest in becoming nun. I felt a hope in my inner to live this life once again. The church sent me to Italy for further studies. Upon religious grounds I got permesso di soggiorno. Since I came here I participated in all activities happily and merrily. I passed all the stages. During my stay many things happened with me. So I started thinking it’s better if I would have become a porn star instead of nun. I am doing the same thing as I did for Paolo. The difference was over here in public opinion as was an unblemished and chaste girl. If I tell you the true story than not even I you will be in trouble as well. So I escaped from there. I tried to find job at many places. My beauty was biggest hurdle. The men need only one thing from woman. So like this I started selling my corpse. I mean I became a call girl”.
I asked her, “Have you ever tried to find Paolo”.
She said, “When I came here I tried my level best to find him. I dialled all those numbers which he gave me but those all mobile and fix numbers were false”.
I said, “You could have been doing colf or badante job”.
She said, “They call it colf and badante but you work as concubine. I preferred working as prostitute, like this you earn money and enjoy sex and you have sex with different men”.
I said, “Off course, one gets bore and weary eating pasta everyday”.
When I said this, she laughed loudly. Our train arrived at Santa Maria Nouvella stop. This train mostly stops at platform number 16 not always but mostly. As train stopped, she said ciao ciao and disappeared in public and I started walking swiftly towards my bus’s stop.
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