In my neighbourhood, there lived a Syrian family. Refugees from some shithole place. I knew them in person as I had some things to do with them. The father was in his late 50s, had no actual job but I guess he was helping with some friend's business and possibly earned a few honest euros. Her wife probably in mid-40s which makes her a grandmother as she has been used as a baby-making machine since as long as it was biologically possibly, I guess. It has taken its toll on her. Or something else has, because she looks very consumed. Her behaviour is kind of scared of everything like people who grew up being beaten up all the time, or something worse. Her mind seems childish, she might have some mental disability that nobody ever diagnosed, except her husband who thinks she's just stupid.

 Anyway, not being treated nicely at home, she grew fond of me. It was annoying at times. She liked walking around everywhere, maybe just to be away from home. I also walk so we encountered each other many times in the vicinity of our homes. Then she would stick with me but always looking around scared that other arabs will see her. I don't know if they are some hard-ass islamists or some sort of shit, but they don't like to see her walking with a man.

 Evenings are pretty dark in the autumn and winter. One time in a dark evening when she found me on the street she grabbed by hand and put it on her chest. I don't understand much what she speaks but it could have meant "listen to my heart" or "hug me" or I don't know. I took the liberty to intrepret that it means "fondle my tits". I guess I was right because everytime when our paths cross in the dark hours, and if there are nobody else around, she takes my hand and I explore her tits. No words are spoken but this is what we do. Kind of innocent, and rather fitting for a childish-minded young grandmother who doesn't get enough gentle touching at home.