On saturdays, there was a rather peculiar client: a soldier who always presented himself impeccably in his uniform, sunglasses and a balaclava that he never took off. Despite his intimidating posture and his shrill voice, he was quite charismatic but at the same time quiet. When Horangi arrived, the same procedure was followed: you would guide him to undress, while you prepared the massage table with a mixture of oils, waiting for him to return with only a small towel covering his parts.