Read alsoThe 2007-2012 World Outlook for Complete Feed for Sheep and Other Livestock Excluding Horses, Mules, Cattle, and Swine
INTRODUCTION OVERVIEW This study covers the world outlook for complete feed for sheep and other livestock excluding horses, mules, cattle, and swine across more than 200 countries. For each year reported, estimates are given for the latent demand, or potential industry earnings (P.I.E.), for the country in question (in millions of U.S. dollars),…
Ida Bagus Gede Oka, who belongs to the Brahmin caste of Bali, returns to the island after 20 years in England.
20 years passed with his wonderful companion Lord James Carpenter.
In 20 years many things have changed, but Oka's past is coming back in form of his childhood friend Mustika. The wall of their caste difference is still there, but will their love for each other help them to jump over millennia of traditions?
At first, as Ary takes the stage, the dancer's movements are studied and careful, as if he were seeking out foes in an unfamiliar place. When he reaches the middle of the stage, hesitation gives way to self-assurance. He rises on his toes to his full stature, his body motionless with quivering limbs, he whirls on one leg, his feet tread the ground to the tumult of the gamelan, and his face renders the storm of passions of a quick-tempered warrior. Ary’s performance was spectacular, he combined grace and strength. His incredible beauty was more than just physical his soul was gleaming like a blinding torch. We were all under his spell. Each subtle move of his fingers, his eyes, his shoulder and even his toes kept us alert. The gamelan was pushing the whole audience into a collective ecstatic trance. My soul was floating ahead of time, to a party I would organize at Carpenter’s mansion with Ary performing the ‘baris’ for the noble and high society of London.
Excerpt 2:“You look great!” I said. Mustika only wore his underwear and I was amazed to see how muscular he was.
“You are fat!” he replied with that boyish smile which I had missed for long time. We both laughed.
“Come here, let me soap your back.”
“Sure, but only if you keep your hands away from my lower parts.” Mustika replied, stripping from his underwear and crouching close to me. Usually, when we were kids we would go all the way down and teasingly either grab the other’s most intimate parts or push a finger in his asshole making the other jump.
“What are you smiling at?” asked Mustika.
“I was just remembering old times…”
“things like this?” Mustika grabbed my crotch and squeezed it firmly and I pushed him away. We ended up wrestling and laughing in the water until a whistle interrupted us. Ary, my 17 year old nephew called me to get back to the house.
I wasn’t embarrassed of my nakedness, nor of being caught by Ary playing naked with Mustika, among all, he would have understood. I followed my elegant nephew climbing up the slippery slope of the river banks and for a while we walked in silence. Then, Ary, who obviously had thought about it for a while asked: “Uncle Oka, can I ask you something?” He didn’t wait for a reply. “Why haven’t you ever married?” ...