On the third night I had a brilliant idea. We had a sofa that could open into two separate beds. I placed them next to each other so that there was a small gap and lay down, putting my penis in the gap. I fell asleep within seconds. That night my brother got up to drink. On his way to the kitchen, he saw the gap between the beds. "Poor boy," my brother thought and without hesitation closed the gap with a strong and determined kick. My cry was heard throughout Hod Hasharon I remember the blood, the hysterical mother, the ambulance, more blood, relaxed doctors, another operating room, stitches, sounds, intense light, darkness, fainting.
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