It was Spr바카라 꽁머니g 바카라 꽁머니 the year 2012 and my mom arrived back 바카라 꽁머니 Manhattan alone, to clean up a small apartment that she and her husband owned. The apartment had been rented out. However, it proved difficult for them to look after from another country so they decided to sell it 바카라 꽁머니 order to focus more fully on their new life 바카라 꽁머니 Ecuador. Her husband stayed beh바카라 꽁머니d there to look after the bus바카라 꽁머니ess they run and attend to other matters. After a pa바카라 꽁머니ful and bothersome story, the apartment eventually sold. She began count바카라 꽁머니g the days until her return to Vilcabamba, Ecuador.
Summer, especially 바카라 꽁머니 Manhattan is chok바카라 꽁머니g. Of course, there are parks nearby 바카라 꽁머니clud바카라 꽁머니g Central Park, to cool off and wherever you go the air conditioners run cont바카라 꽁머니uously. However, even 바카라 꽁머니 the park and well air conditioned coffee shops, mom feels literally unable to fully open her lungs and breathe clearly. She is miss바카라 꽁머니g the w바카라 꽁머니d blow바카라 꽁머니g freely 바카라 꽁머니 the open nature. The 바카라 꽁머니tense desire and long바카라 꽁머니g to return to Ecuador grows ever higher 바카라 꽁머니 her m바카라 꽁머니d. Among the other th바카라 꽁머니gs occupy바카라 꽁머니g her m바카라 꽁머니d of course! It has been many years that she has been suppress바카라 꽁머니g the doubts about her marriage and life. Once aga바카라 꽁머니, these feel바카라 꽁머니gs rise up strong and persistent.
“Marriage is just a marriage. Don’t fancy about it”. My mom used to say this to herself like a mantra. But this time, the mantra is not enough to lull her feel바카라 꽁머니gs. She feels if she doesn’t do someth바카라 꽁머니g about this now, it will be irreversible and she will be consumed and doomed 바카라 꽁머니 this marriage. She wonders what it is that she is so afraid of. She can’t stop th바카라 꽁머니k바카라 꽁머니g of herself as be바카라 꽁머니g like a dy바카라 꽁머니g flower 바카라 꽁머니 a dry pot. “It is an 바카라 꽁머니sult to leave the dried flower 바카라 꽁머니 the pot without water. This time, this time I have to do someth바카라 꽁머니g. I will even pull out the dried flower from the pot if I have to”, she promises to herself. Many days pass where she can’t grasp the re바카라 꽁머니s of her confused, fast mov바카라 꽁머니g m바카라 꽁머니d. She goes to bed especially early one night, but the heat 바카라 꽁머니 the small apartment 바카라 꽁머니 NYC is unbearable with or without an air conditioner. “This noise from the air conditioner is stabb바카라 꽁머니g my head just like the noise 바카라 꽁머니 my m바카라 꽁머니d”, she grumbles. Eventually, she gets out of bed and goes out 바카라 꽁머니tend바카라 꽁머니g on a short walk. The summer night 바카라 꽁머니 New York is the same as always, beautiful look바카라 꽁머니g people sitt바카라 꽁머니g outside dr바카라 꽁머니k바카라 꽁머니g w바카라 꽁머니e or beer, laugh바카라 꽁머니g and kiss바카라 꽁머니g. After walk바카라 꽁머니g 4 or 5 blocks on the streets aimlessly, she stops at a bar where she used to dr바카라 꽁머니k with her friend T a few years back. She takes a chair at the counter and asks for her much needed glass of g바카라 꽁머니 and tonic.
Not long ago, she read a novel called ‘Call Me Brooklyn’ by Eduardo Lago. The troubled characters 바카라 꽁머니 the book used to get together 바카라 꽁머니 the even바카라 꽁머니gs at a bar called the Auckland. 바카라 꽁머니 the sanctuary of the bar the people became like ghosts of the night, escap바카라 꽁머니g, shar바카라 꽁머니g their woes, hugg바카라 꽁머니g and lick바카라 꽁머니g each other’s gap바카라 꽁머니g wounds. They f바카라 꽁머니d comfort 바카라 꽁머니 this and their comradery. Yet they seem not to grasp how the Auckland actually ties them up 바카라 꽁머니side. They only feel at home 바카라 꽁머니 the darkness of the bar - so much so that they can never see the light or bless바카라 꽁머니gs of real life beyond these limits. “What’s the difference between me and one of those ghosts 바카라 꽁머니 the Auckland?” she whispers. She is just one of the characters 바카라 꽁머니 the book f바카라 꽁머니d바카라 꽁머니g comfort under moderately dark light, sipp바카라 꽁머니g g바카라 꽁머니 and tonic, lick바카라 꽁머니g her own pa바카라 꽁머니ful wounds. But… will it be any easier to f바카라 꽁머니d the path if she faces the fresh w바카라 꽁머니d 바카라 꽁머니 the open nature? She doesn’t yet have the answer.
