Europa, Europa, Europa. Where was Europa before she turned into the cunt that we know her as today? The dry, vindictive cunt that she is today, where did she come from? Turkey. That’s where she was before she was abducted to Crete. And she wasn’t always a cunt. Our good friend Europa used to be a traveller, above all. A princess, carried through the whole of Asia on a sedan chair. And she was a collector. She got slaves to bring to her sedan everything that she encountered on her travels. Put celestial observations and buskins, masks and formulas into the empty bellies of shells and sewed these into the inside of her robe. The seashells clacked slowly, rhythmically against the sedan and brushed against her body.
One day, a luminous bull approached her entourage. Its fur shone like a diamond, so that the collector couldn’t stop herself from reaching out her hand to touch it. The animal’s head was as big as Europa herself. She was so entranced by its luminescence, she was so hypnotised, that she didn’t notice that hidden behind the disguise of the animal was the highest of all gods, Zeus himself. Her hand was magically drawn to the fur. Hardly had her fingers touched the silky hair, than she pulled them back in fright, only to then sink them back into the fur. As if pulled by an invisible thread, Europa stepped out of her sedan and sat on the bull’s back. Carefully Zeus crept away, sure of having captured his prey. Taking small steps at first, then faster and faster, he fled with the virgin on his back. She cried out bitterly as she came to her senses, but did not let go of the bull’s horns, for fear of falling and breaking into a thousand pieces. Inside her robe, the items of her collection clacked in rhythm to the movements of the bull’s hips, and cut into her skin.
Unsure of where to bring his prey, Zeus jumped with the weeping Europa into the water.
With blood-red eyeballs, he carried her to a distant land where he raped her and beat her and begat her children whom she hated but did not kill, because she did not want to get her hands dirty, and she cursed everything that she gave birth to and that came from the gods.
She had to give up all the shells in her robe so that she would forgot where she came from and that she already had a history. She was searched; all her orifices were examined, and she knew no more shame. The contents of her shells were scattered in all directions, so that Europa – empty, with no memory – went mad. She invented her own god that only believed in itself and denied the existence of all other gods. Several times a day she fell to her knees and prayed to her invented god and asked him to destroy all those who had done her wrong, and to inflict war and diseases upon them. She hallucinated in this way, broken inside into a thousand pieces, until she became a barren stone that nobody wanted anymore.
Translated by Imogen Taylor