The Room Upstairs

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Myanmar, Burma

The room was no bigger than any regular office. In any given day, it would house only an officer of the bank or a manager but not in this case, it was solely devoted to the consultants.

There were five of us with five different personalities, egos and backgrounds to spare, cramped up to our sleeves and eyeballs like sardines with only one objective, to complete the project. Some more flamboyant than the others with mustache longer then a trailer track to hold and the others, fragile soles ready to combust. Soon, we found ourselves, gradually aligning to the middle of the conurbation to two different regions – mostly ideological than substantive with governors, mayors and legions of followers.

Love, Mom!

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London, England

My little nugget, my flower, the fudge to my ice cream. It has been a long road, an extremely difficult week but you have always been a blessing, carrying yourself through the daily hurdles with so much joy. The character and amount of love in your heart made you a stronger person than yesterday. The fortitudes that carried through are visible in your soul. There are no words to describe the immense love I have for you everyday. May you find some sunshine and may the angels up in the bluest sky smile down on you.

Love, mom.

Picture-Perfect Vogue Cover

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Firenze, Italy

Lorena was this gorgeous Latina starlet from Chile. Jennifer Lopez she wasn’t but Rita Moreno, she came close to but wait, Rita Moreno is not blonde, neither is Jennifer and both ladies are Puerto Ricans. Ok, moving on. She was this picturesque, very tall – the perfect poster girl for a Vogue cover, body perfect, blonde, blue eyes, Barbie like elegant sassy starlet and any dreamer date heaven. Bruno, on the other hand, was an Italian stud muffin, black hair, brown eyes who reminded her of Paul Newman. Yes, Paul Newman but wait, he was blonde with blue eyes… never mind, carry on. In essence she was trying to tell us that in her eyes, he was a hunk and… 

That’s where the story ends. Lorena she wasn’t, Italian she is, model she wasn’t but could be, her name I don’t recall. I met her at a leather store in Florence, Italy where she worked and I was trying to buy a handbag. Her smile made all possible!