Beginning....

A beginning is always a precious moment. All things, then, are possible, just waiting to be shaped and created.
A bit like a recipe, I am sure I need to follow some rules: A catching story line revealing a vibrant and fertile personality, then add colours and text to transform thoughts into readable material.
I guess I have used the chinese curse "May you live in interesting time" very inappropriatedly, but hey...I have shaped my life in a way that I am more like the James Thurber character "The secret life of Walter Mitty" than a real person!
My imagination have an annoying tendency to take over my own reality and make it extremely interesting.

My faith in people is so strong, tht I just could not fathom what happen when ill befell me.
I had my bag stolen in London last month, and instead or running screaming and cursing and crying, like anybody else would have done, I started roaming the street like some superheroe that could save the day, trying to find my thief.
In the process, I connected with more people than I ever would have on a simple saturday shopping spree in the city.
Nevertheless the trauma was there, I had to deal with the loss. Silly how I kept my entire life in a simple wallet, a simple bag. This bag turned into a nagging monster in my dreams...
Had to deal, so I wrote a short story about it.
I imagine the situation, the main character there, is not the victim, but the thief. I had to give him/her a shape, a personality, flesh it up. Then make it human and not evil.
I try to imagine the circumstances of that person that I have never seen. To add to the twist, this thief, masculine in my story to introduce a balance with the female victim I could relate to, starts to be deeply involved with the things he stole: her purse, her photos, the scrap of her life scattered in a simple wallet.
The fascination goes deeper, and the character, although hateable and hated at the beginning, becomes likeable. In the meanwhile, the victim, already unhappy with her life and not dealing well with the sudden loss of materials things that were part of her, is turning more and more nasty, withdrawn, abandonning family and friends...and faith. It is at the end , the reunion of these two characters, that everything separate, that should have never met, that made sense to me.
Because it was about me, and my only way to restore my faith in human nature, however ugly at time.

I live in my own world, full of quotes that I have gathered in my "memory bank". From films, books, song lyrics and the like.

These lines may never been read by anyone but myself, but I guess I did not create this for the benefit of others. In my life, professional or personal, I have always be turn to the outside world, trying to make it better within the limits of my own power.

This is my world, take it or leave it, as long as you do it peacefully and take something with you. Never make the trip for nothing!