I'm a white Englishman. I wouldn't be the ugliest guy in your local bar, but not the best looking either. I'm tall and slim, with grey eyes and dark h...ir.From time to time, people tell me I look similar to an actor called Clive Owen, who starred in 'Sin City' and 'The International' among others, although I think we are only vaguely alike, and he is much more handsome. Maybe I could just stretch it enough to say I resemble Clive a little when he is tired and having a bad hair day.It was a rainy. "Yes, and that must be our new home." I pointed to acastle on one of the mounds above the valley floor. The view waspretty, the river winding through the valley, the gray castleabove the village, the fields on the valley floor, fresh greenwith the new crop, the dark wooded hills above, then, far in thedistance, the peaks of the Transylvanian Alps. In a minute or sothe carriage carrying my mother and my sisters, Anna and Sophia,caught up to us. My father was excitedly pointing to the castle,and. When your in a tent and ina sleeping bag at night much of the time you both are laying in the samedirection so good breath is very important. At the next group meeting,which were weekly, I talked to Daniel about being my tent mate next time.We hadn't been tent buds in years. He didn't have one and was able tohave the tent unto himself. I told him my experiences with Hal. It musthave seemed like I was begging him. I could tell he had some resistanceto my request and said he would think about it.. No makeup, baggy clothes, her hair pulled back and loosely bound. The juxtaposition with my memories from the brothel was striking. The older woman looked grandmotherly, with grey coiffed hair over pretty functional clothes. The boy looked about ten and was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans but looked a little...Oh. Down's Syndrome. High functioning, apparently from the way he moved.Tamara saw me and smiled and waved. I waved back and they were soon close enough to talk. The grandmother hung back.