MS Symptoms & Signs of MS

• Fatigue
• MS Hug (Dysesthesia)
• Walking (Gait) Difficulties
• Numbness or Tingling
• Spasticity
• Weakness
• Vision Problems
• Vertigo and Dizziness
• Bladder Problems
• Sexual Problems
• Bowel Problems
• Pain & Itching
• Cognitive Changes
• Emotional Changes
• Speech Problems
• Loss of Taste
• Swallowing Problems
• Tremor
• Breathing Problems
• Seizures
• Depression
• Hearing Loss

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Managing Symptoms: Numbness

Featuring a discussion with Stephen Krieger, MD, who talks about numbness and MS.

Overview

Numbness is loss, diminished or altered sensation. You may notice that you have less feeling when touching something with your hand or notice the sensation in one leg is different than the other. You may feel the sensation of your limb being “asleep” with a pins and needles sensation. Numbness of the face, body or extremities (arms and legs) is one of the most common symptoms of MS. It may be the first MS symptom you experienced.  The numbness may be mild or so severe that it interferes with your ability to use the affected body part. For example, if you have very numb feet, and cannot feel the floor, you may have difficulty walking. Numb hands may prevent writing, dressing, or holding objects safely.

If you have severe facial numbness you should be very careful when eating or chewing, as you may unwittingly bite the inside of their mouth or tongue. If you have numbness of other parts of the body you should be careful around fires, hot water and other sources of heat, as you may suffer a burn without realizing it.

There are no medications to relieve numbness. Fortunately, most instances of numbness are not disabling, and tend to come and go. In some cases of a new onset of severe numbness, associated with a MS relapse, your healthcare provider may prescribe a brief course of corticosteroids to accelerate recovery.

Managing Pain and Sleep Issues in MS

Pain, including numbness and tingling, can cause frustration for people with MS, their loved ones, and healthcare providers. Learn from scientists and clinicians about strategies for symptom management, available treatment options, and ongoing research to identify the cause of pain in MS. Download a copy of the companion book.

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Tingling is a common symptom of multiple sclerosis (MS). Although people often experience MS tingling in their hands or feet, it is also possible to feel tingling elsewhere in the body.

A person’s MS tingling patterns can help guide their doctor’s treatment decisions.

This article examines what MS tingling feels like and why it happens.

We also discuss the various ways that a person can manage the symptom.

MS results from the body’s immune system attacking the central nervous system, which consists of the brain, spinal cord, and nerves. Over time, this damages and destroys the nerves. This, in turn, can cause unusual sensations, including tingling.

For some people, numbness and tingling may occur together, but not necessarily. Each person can experience a different set of symptoms that falls under the medical term of paresthesia, and tingling may be one of them.

People with MS tingling may also notice numbness, feelings of an electrical pulse, or other unusual bodily sensations, especially in the face, hands, and feet. Tingling and numbness can happen on just one side of the body.

In a 2018 study, where the participants were people experiencing MS relapses, 7 in 10 of them reported numbness or tingling. This makes these the second most common symptoms of MS, after fatigue.

Symptoms of tingling from MS will vary from person to person. Some signs an individual may notice include the following:

• painful tingling that feels like needles or electrical sensations
• numbness combined with tingling
• sudden weakness in the area that tingles or feels numb
• a place that becomes painful with light contact
• itching or crawling sensations on the skin

For some people, the tingling sensations of MS are like those a person experiences when a foot or hand “falls asleep. ” Others report more intense feelings, such as squeezing or burning.

It is common for people to report bands of tingling. For example, a person may experience a feeling of pins and needles around an ankle or foot.

Tingling can arise anywhere in the body.

Most people with MS experience tingling or numbness that recurs in specific locations. The tingling may worsen with time, however, and spread.

Tingling can be very painful and may disrupt daily life. It may lead a person to:

• not be able to use the affected body part
• experience an overall loss of mobility due to loss of balance or coordination, especially if touching the affected area is painful or if a person also experiences numbness
• have difficulty sitting in a comfortable position
• have difficulty concentrating on daily tasks
• experience anxiety or depression due to chronic pain

MS tingling is a type of nerve pain. This pain happens because of MS-related damage to the nerves.

The disease causes the loss of myelin, a protective coating along the nerves. This affects the functioning of the nerves and can eventually damage or destroy them.

The nerves help the brain feel and interpret sensations. As a result, damage to the nerves changes how the brain interprets what it feels. The brain starts creating false discomfort. For example, a person may feel like their skin is burning or itching, even when nothing is wrong with it.

MS often manifests as a disease that gets better and then worse. Relapses often occur after exposure to certain triggers. Each person’s triggers are different, so keeping a log of MS symptoms and general lifestyle can help a person identify their triggers.

Some common triggers include:

• infections
• hormonal shifts
• environmental changes
• stress
• exposure to certain foods or allergens

Because symptoms are similar, a person may confuse anxiety tingling, also called anxiety paresthesia, with MS tingling or vice versa.

Anxiety tingling is a symptom of panic disorder. In the United States, approximately 6 million adults have panic disorder, while about 1 million have MS.

Even though panic disorder occurs more frequently than MS, it isn’t easy to distinguish between the two conditions. However, some key differences may help narrow down the answer to MS, including:

• an episode lasting a long time in one body spot, indicating that a specific brain nerve is affected
• the attack reoccurs in the same body spot
• tingling does not suddenly move to new areas as old areas resolve all at once

One or two symptoms will not enable a doctor to diagnose MS versus panic disorder. Therefore it is essential for people experiencing sudden tingling patterns to seek medical care that rules out other diseases using several diagnostic tests.

While several effective treatments can help manage other MS symptoms, treating MS-related tingling is difficult.

One of the most effective treatments is antidepressants. This is because the brain regions responsible for the symptoms of depression, chronic pain, and numbness are similar.

A doctor may prescribe antidepressants alone or with other pain relief medication, though medications alone typically do not help tingling or numbness. Treatment options include:

• topical creams, especially those containing capsaicin
• oral or injectable medications
• opioids, which are a group of potent pain medications
• cannabinoid medications in states that allow their use

Physical and occupational therapy may help a person work around impaired mobility and balance issues. It is also vital for a person to identify MS triggers to avoid flares.

Medications

While they may not directly target MS tingling or numbness, MS medications can slow the progression of the disease. They may even help a person go into a symptom-free period of remission, including a period without tingling.

MS medications, which doctors call disease-modifying agents, change the behavior of the immune system to slow its attack on the central nervous system. Some people experience side effects, and drugs generally weaken the immune system.

For these reasons, a person may need to try several MS medications before they find one with side effects they can tolerate. In some cases, a person may need to take multiple drugs or change drugs after a period of time.

Some examples of MS drugs include:

• natalizumab
• fingolimod
• glatiramer acetate
• interferon (Avonex, Betaseron, Extavia, Rebif)
• ocrelizumab (Ocrevus)
• dimethyl fumarate (Tecfidera)

While some MS drugs are oral pills, in many cases, a person will need to visit a doctor for an injection or intravenous infusion at regular intervals.

Learn more about medications for treating MS here.

New tingling

A person who experiences tingling as a new symptom or notices that it appears consistently in a new area should see a neurologist for an evaluation.

If these changes last for at least 24 hours, it can indicate a relapse, a flare, or a new lesion, which may require a change in treatment.

MS tingling is hard to treat, and there is no one way of preventing it. MS is a chronic illness, and there is no known cure. This means a person may need to develop long-term strategies for managing symptoms and treating relapses.

The options include:

• Getting the right support: People with MS need support from friends and family. Education about the disease may help loved ones better understand it. People may also find support groups helpful. In these groups, they can discuss practical strategies, get help choosing a healthcare professional, and talk about life’s challenges with MS.
• Contacting an MS specialist: Neurologists who specialize in the treatment of MS may be able to offer treatment and lifestyle recommendations that a family physician cannot.
• Adopting lifestyle changes: Some people find help in exercise, yoga, or deep breathing.
• Using alternative and complementary medicine: Some people find relief from acupuncture, massage therapy, and chiropractic care.
• Avoiding triggers: Avoiding MS triggers can help prevent tingling and other MS symptoms.
• Receiving psychotherapy: Pain is both physical and psychological. Psychotherapy can help a person learn to cope more effectively with pain while also offering strategies for managing life with a chronic illness.
• Adjusting accommodations: The right accommodations at work or school can prove effective. For example, an ergonomic chair or adjustable standing desk can help a person work comfortably even when they have tingling.

Below are some common questions about MS tingling.

Does MS cause tingling?

MS can cause tingling because the body’s immune system attacks the nerves in the brain, damaging them.

What does MS tingling feel like?

Damaged brain nerves from MS cause a prickling, stabbing, numbing, or burning sensation as if a person has pins and needles from a foot or hand falling asleep.

Where does MS tingling occur?

Depending on the location of the brain’s damaged nerve, tingling occurs in a hand, foot, or a spot in the body’s torso.

How long does MS tingling last?

MS tingling may last more than 24 hours and sometimes continues for days to weeks.

Living with MS can be difficult, especially when tingling does not respond well to medication. The right combination of medication, lifestyle changes, and quality medical care may make MS more manageable.

If a person’s current treatment is ineffective, they should consult a doctor to find the most suitable alternative.

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“All characters are fictitious, and any coincidence with real living or living people is accidental”

Chapter 1

How life changes people! From a modest, almost downtrodden, girl, a domineering lady can turn out, domineering to such an extent that someone can even call her a pervert bitch. Yes, this happens in real life too.

When I got married for the first time, I was happy, I was courted by a man ten years older than me. I was so proud of this in front of my girlfriends that I have an adult fiancé, and not a pimply one-year-old. He gave me flowers, took me to restaurants, bought champagne, I felt in seventh heaven! And when only a month was left before the wedding, the date was set, the dress and veil were bought, the restaurant was booked, all the invitations were sent out, I gave up, deciding that nothing could be changed, and gave him my innocence, because he wanted it so much.

Everything happened very nicely. He rented an expensive hotel room. I ordered champagne, fruit and cheese from the restaurant to the room, which in combination gave a chic taste. He led me to a room where a huge bouquet of roses lay on a wide bed, and rose petals were scattered all over the bedspread. I wore the prettiest set of lace underwear for the moment. We kissed for a long time, then he took off my dress, leaving me only in my underwear. I was ashamed to walk around the room in front of a man in underwear. I was very shy, and he poured us champagne and offered us a drink. I didn’t want to, but he insisted, and I drank.

When he undressed, leaving only his shorts, he ordered me to undress too. I stood in front of him completely naked, only hiding behind my palms. He took my hand, took me to the bathroom and ordered me to remove the already small vegetation from the pubis. I shaved there for the first time.

He did everything gently and without pain. At that time, I did not experience an orgasm, although he poured his seed into me. I was very worried that I could fly in, but, thank God, this did not happen. He drank champagne and made three approaches to me that evening, and never once allowed me to wash himself to remove his juices, which mixed with my blood from the loss of virginity. After that, I did not want to see him for several days, but then everything settled down, and I was no longer afraid. We still got married, went to Turkey after the wedding, and upon arrival it all started.

Chapter 2

When we returned from our honeymoon, my husband’s friends came to celebrate our arrival. I happily set the table, not suspecting anything. And when I was in the kitchen to bring another dish to the table, my husband came into the kitchen and, taking my hand, led me into the bedroom.

“Honey, now is not the time, we have guests,” I cooed.

I thought he just wanted to be alone with me, but how wrong I was. One of my husband’s three friends was already in the bedroom. My husband pushed me towards him saying:

– I promised – I do! You wanted to try, come on, but under my supervision.

I was dumbfounded by these words. And my dress came off, and then my underwear. I stood, looked at my husband and could not believe what was happening. Silent tears rolled from my eyes, and my husband just sat in a chair and lit a cigarette, looking at how a strange man was already driving his cock into my bosom. I lay on a log and looked at my husband with tears in my eyes, and he also suggested that I need to raise my legs higher so that I open up wider. This dork came out of me when he filled me to overflowing with his seed.

– You have some kind of it … Like a log, – he threw to my husband and even became sad, waving his hand.

– Nothing, get used to it! She will give you all the heat! Call the next one,” my husband answered cheerfully, and I was shocked by the words I heard.

It turns out that this is not all? I was dumbfounded, but I didn’t have the strength to get up and run away, just my legs were numb. I was about to try to fall out of bed and at least crawl away, but I was held back by someone else’s hands and, putting me on my knees, another member of my husband’s second comrade burst into my bosom again. And again I had no emotions. I really felt like I was cut out of a tree and felt nothing, only tears rolled from my eyes, looking at my grinning husband, who continued to give advice.

– Narrow, but small, you need to develop it more often, – said the second comrade of her husband, winking at him, adding, – Invite me, I will help.

This fat boar not only flooded me with his secretions, but also mocked me.

– Next! – instead of answering the boar, my husband shouted.

And the third friend of my husband entered the room. He examined me all over, tugged at my breasts, looked at me from behind at how jets of male seed flowed from my tormented bosom. Noticing that my whole ass was splattered with male secretions, he said:

– No, well, where do I go?

It was a rhetorical question, because he raised my face and, without hesitation, put his big apparatus to my lips. I tried not to open my mouth, but I received a palpable slap in the face, from which my mouth spontaneously opened, where the man’s cock immediately burst into. And he just started to put my mouth on his penis, grabbing my ears. Everything went dark in his eyes, gag reflexes came up. Just as I was about to empty my stomach, this guy shot me straight down the throat. It was so disgusting that I didn’t even try to swallow this goo, but simply squeezed it out of myself onto my chin. And the man just put on his pants, patted his husband on the shoulder, and together they left the room. And then I was turned inside out! I wanted to die from such humiliation, but I fell exhausted onto the bed, the sheet of which was covered in male seed and in my vomitous remains, and lost consciousness.

Chapter 3

I woke up already in the morning. My husband was sitting next to me, looking into my eyes and stroking my bare chest:

– I love you so much, my dear girl.

And after all that has happened, he can still say that! I just burst into tears … I started a real hysteria! I rushed about like a wounded she-wolf in a paddock, but my husband caught me, pressed me to him, kissed me on the lips, nose, eyes, forehead, and again pressed a strong kiss to my lips. I went limp and kissed him back, also wrapping my arms around his neck.

– Go wash up! It’s time for us to have breakfast and go out, they are waiting for us,” he said decisively, breaking away from me.

I had no choice but to go and wash off the dirt in which I was dumped. I took a bath, trying to get wet, although I myself understood that it was simply not realistic to wash off this dirt. She left the bathroom, put on underwear, the most simple and closed, put on jeans and a blouse under her throat. My husband sat and silently waited for me in the living room. When I came out, he examined me, smiled at something and kissed me passionately on the lips.

“It’s okay, you’ll get used to it and you’ll enjoy it yourself,” he said and kissed me again.

At first I thought he didn’t like the way I kissed awkwardly. I hugged his arm and we left the house. God, how wrong I was! At that time, I still did not understand who I married, and what horror I fell into. We got into my husband’s car and drove out of town.

We arrived at a large mansion, where several parked cars were already parked on the inner path. We entered the house, where there were about nine couples in a huge hall. Women held their men under their arms, and in the other hand they all held glasses of champagne or cognac. The men were in expensive suits, the women in expensive dresses. Everyone came up to us and introduced themselves. Men presented their companions as their wives. Here were my yesterday’s rapists with their wives. They pretended that nothing happened, and nothing happened.

And then my husband moved with me to the center of the hall. Everyone was silent, the music stopped. And my husband said loudly:

– As the chief master of the Free Love Society, I welcome you all to this beautiful house!

Everyone applauded him.

– I want to introduce you to my new wife! he said solemnly.

Did he say “new”?! What does it mean? I saw his passport! He was unmarried. Although, maybe he just changed his passport?

“Today I propose to choose a priestess of love who will give us an unforgettable evening of love, and at the end of the evening will introduce my wife to our order,” my husband continued to pronounce the words in a pleased voice.

What is he saying? What’s going on here anyway? I don’t want to take part in orgies! I had enough yesterday! I tried to wrest my hand from my husband’s to leave this house, but he held me back.

– Do not disgrace me! growled the husband. “In a couple of months, you will be made the head of the female part of the order, so watch and learn.

And I had no choice but to bow my head humbly and silently stand next to my husband. In the meantime, in the center of this large hall, a strange podium was installed, covered with black velvet, which also covered a large area of ​​the floor around this pedestal. My husband made a sign to someone, inviting them to go to the center of the hall to this pedestal. An elegant woman of about forty, slender, with large breasts, on which a diamond necklace sparkled, came out to the pedestal.

“As the acting head of the sorority of our order, today I will be the priestess of love, so that the new wife of the master will see and rejoice in the one who will hand over the reins of the society to her,” she said loudly, and with a light movement of her hand she threw off her evening dress from her shoulders , left completely naked, except for high-heeled shoes.

Chapter 4

Two men approached her and offered their hands to her. She gracefully put her hands into them and climbed to the very top of the platform, showing off her nakedness and pendulous breasts. Her husband, one of my yesterday’s rapists, sat down in a chair that his assistants brought him and placed almost at the pedestal, took a glass of cognac in his hand. And only after he took a sip of brandy, all the men began to undress, except for him. The first to be naked offered the woman a silver goblet. She drank the offered drink, and in a minute she was transformed. As I later found out, it was wine with the addition of an elixir of desire, which was like Viagra for men, only for a woman, after drinking which, she had only one desire: SEX, SEX, SEX.

– Why doesn’t her husband undress? – suddenly, not expecting from myself, I asked my husband.

– In the hour of love, a husband has no right to touch his wife. He only looks and gives advice, – my husband answered me, and already completely naked.

All the men also drank some kind of drink, so that the male strength would not leave them, and with fully erect trunks they went to the pedestal. They queued up to have sex with this woman, and then they queued up again, and the woman on the plinth demanded more and more. There were one, and two, and even three in her at the same time, and she demanded and demanded, she was shaken by orgasm after orgasm. This action lasted until the middle of the night. All the men passed through her several times, but she kept wanting and wanting. In what only poses she did not visit!

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My Strict Mistress

Chapter 1

All around you, there was only the sea. An endless herd of white foamy lambs to the very horizon. Lorida straightened the strings of his beret, carefully bent over the cliff and, clutching the rifle to his chest, spat down. The spit flew for a good five seconds before disappearing into the splashing surf that lashed the rocky, impregnable shore. Lorida watched him silently and moved on up the mountain path.

The entire island of Stili was a heap of sharp rocks, raised many thousands of years ago from the depths of the sea by a mighty eruption of an underwater volcano. Now he stood alone among the waves, rushing many hundreds of meters into the sky his main peak – a pointed stone spike, because of which the island got its name. As if in a long-forgotten battle between the gods and ancient monsters, one of the now sleeping giants dropped his titanic blade into the abyss.

Styles sticks out in the middle of the Aegean Sea since the time when the ancestors of today’s people, not knowing the Promethean gift, hid in dark caves. Now, blown by a hundred winds, Styles was unsociable. Lonely, he scratched with his stone splinter the tender pale flesh of the clouds. Giant liners filled with half-drunk tourists and tanned beauties in cocktail dresses, heading towards cheerful Cyprus, and shabby fishing boats in the eternal pursuit of mackerel and sea bream – all bypassed the inhospitable island, as if there was a refuge for lepers or the lair of an ancient dragon, an enemy of the entire human race.

Lorida reached a place where the path went steeply up and out onto a small open plateau. Carefully choosing where to put his foot, he, without letting go of his weapon, in several powerful jerks climbed to an impromptu observation deck. Despite problems with sleep (like all the inhabitants of Style), the guy was in great shape. Muscles rolled in bumps under the bronze skin, from constant walking in the mountains, the legs became slender and muscular. The olive uniform made his broad-shouldered figure even more masculine, and a small black beard harshly outlined, perhaps too sensual face with full lips.

He drew himself up to his full height. Up here, a fresh wind blew with a constant stubborn pressure. Relieved, Lorida turned his sweat-drenched face over to him and looked around. The sea, around only the sea and stones. Anyone who comes close to the island, if, of course, remains alive after that, will see only sheer cliffs and maybe a couple of hard-horned kri-kri grazing along the narrow mountain paths in search of rare tufts of green grass. But from here, from this height, it was clear that the island has the shape of an open ring, inside which, hidden from casual eyes, there are several bays with black volcanic sand, a small, conveniently arranged marina, several moored boats and yachts, and a road winding among cypresses. up to the palace.

Suddenly, the radio on the chest wheezed, whistled and barked in a distorted voice:

— Sector B-4 — everything is quiet! Lorida! Tell me what do you have there?

Lorida raised the radio to his lips, waited a second for the noise and crackle to stop, and, glancing along the stony paths, answered in a flat, boring voice:

— Sector C-2 — everything is quiet.

At last he saw what he was looking for – three hundred feet to the west, on a slope, through the thickets of freegan, blackened the muscular figure of a guard in the same military uniform and beret as his. The guard slowly climbed the hill, turned around and gave a short wave. Lorida automatically responded to the gesture.

If you look closely, you could see three more tough guys with assault rifles, who slowly circled the island, sector by sector, in search of intruders. All of them, like Lorida, were young Greek guys, bronze-skinned, white-toothed, with expressive brown eyes. With their powerful shoulders and the proud carriage of their heads, they resembled breeding stallions. Each had a military service or “service” in criminal circles, and most often both. Therefore, the Queens appointed them to serve their sentences, guarding the island. And they did great. Although the will of the Queens was capricious, and if you are a lucky guy, like lucky Michalis, you can get into the kitchen and, instead of lying among the stones in a sniper position for days or staring through binoculars, you will cook food for the Queens and you can be with them in the palace every day. And if the mistresses of the island liked you, then they could bring the slave closer to themselves and make them their bed-keepers. This slave not only made a bed for the Queens, but, if you believe the rumors, indulged them, staying with them every night. Everyone secretly envied him and dreamed of taking his place, but the Queens chose for their pleasures only the most beautiful and thoroughbred of the servants.

Lorida was handsome and knew it very well, so he was torn between two desires. On the one hand, a night with the Queens, if they chose him, was the limit of his forbidden dreams, which he was afraid to utter even in his head. But, on the other hand, he was one of the few who knew about the fate of the unfortunate Georgis, the last bed-keeper of the Queens. Georgis stood out among other servants with his courageous, yet gentle beauty, and when the Queens chose him, everyone would like to be in his place. But after a short time, Lorida noticed that Georgis seemed to be aging several years every day, in a week he seemed to have been drunk, like a spider sucking out a fly, and now he looked like he was sick with a deadly disease. And a few days later, during the morning shift, the palace guards threw a bundle in a white sheet into the sea. The bundle was too small to contain the corpse of a grown man, but still Lorida was sure that it was all that was left of poor Georgis. Chills climbed up his spine from these thoughts, but in the end, lust and admiration for the Queens blocked everything else.

At the memory of the Queens, Lorida was again overwhelmed by the hot wave of that painful strange feeling that had haunted him like bouts of malaria since the very night he first appeared on the island. He felt a very strong, almost painful erection and, at the same time, an acute sense of shame.

Lorida bit his lip almost until it bled to bring himself to a clear consciousness. No! He had no right to think about them! He is nothing! He’s just Lorida – a sliver, worthless garbage! Suddenly, a barely audible sound behind him made him freeze. Someone’s careful steps?

The guard instantly turned 180 degrees like a released spring, simultaneously raising his weapon, his finger turned white on the trigger, his eyes narrowed into two slits. .. Nobody. Only a few pebbles fall down the slope. Lorida exhaled and slowly lowered his rifle. Nerves to hell. That night he again did not sleep well, again he was tormented by dreams, dreams that he did not remember when he woke up, which he forbade himself to remember. These were dreams filled with burning touches of bodies, painful caresses, intoxicating proximity of pleasure, but each time these dreams turned into a nightmare. Each time, to the mocking female laughter, he was left alone, pitiful and humiliated, and woke up in tears on his narrow soldier’s bunk from his own cry.

The walkie-talkie snapped him out of his thoughts, buzzing impatiently like a huge insect:

“Sector C-2!” Sector C-2!! Lorida! What’s going on with you, little one?

For a while he regained his composure so that his trembling voice would not betray how excited he was now. Finally, his breathing evened out, and he answered as calmly as he could:

– Everything is quiet. It’s just that the stones on the western slope are crumbling again, they need to be handed over to the patrols so that they are more careful.

— Accepted. End, – the radio muttered displeasedly, and again only the steady hum of the wind and the sound of the surf below remained around. And thoughts.

Now there was nothing to even think about calming down. During the ascent along the path, the heart was beating out a rumba, the uniform was soaked through with sweat, it was getting dark in the eyes, and the lower abdomen was filling up and filling up with sweet languor, and there was no end to this.

But the memories were the worst. It was as if he had slightly opened Pandora’s box, and now the nightmares he had been trying to keep under lock and key flew out at once, and now circled around, laughing and teasing him like vengeful spirits. Lorida wiped the sweat from his eyes with his sleeve as soon as he turned behind the rock, and a fresh breeze gave way to a thick, sticky heat. Damn, it’s still morning, and it’s already stuffy like then, that night …

…That night, a few months ago, when he first came to the island.