Barbora
Entanglement with a famous mistress
Howdy
September 11th will never leave me alone. I’m a middle-aged middle-eastern man, sitting on a plane, crying. Hiding under my leather jacket, illegally smoking an electronic cigarette with small clouds of vapor escaping my one man tent. I wish I was doing this to scare the white privileged men around me, but this is as involuntary as it gets.
Between wiping my tears are moments of extreme joy and laughter. One month and three weeks ago, my mother committed suicide. I have never felt so alive, alone or dead to the world. I flew across the globe to find her replacement in the form of a lover… or I guess to be accurate, a mail order bride. I’m headed back empty handed, but I’ve built a fantasy that will keep me sated for another two weeks or so.
I’ve always been good at convincing others of almost anything. This week at work, I made a very convincing argument that the development of the biggest project started in the last three years had to be centered in our Prague office. It does not matter that there is a 7 hour time difference with the development team, and a 9 hour time difference with the management team. It also does not matter that we only have one person working on this project in Prague, and she just started. This is the way it had to be. I really need to get in to sales.
One thing that needs to be made clear sooner than later is that very few people can tell if I’m serious or joking. There was one girl who got it immediately, and you can read that story shortly in the breakup proposal bit, as soon as I write it. I had convinced everyone, including myself mostly, that I’m going to find a mail order bride. Putin is putting a nice scare in to the Ukrane right now, and all the lovely ladies of the region are now on sale. A smart beautiful educated lady that would cost you 60-100k should now only be 12k. I can’t resist a good deal. I have an inner jew that is hard to kill, I got that from my witch doctor mother. She loved thrifting and I try to do it anywhere except for yard sales… that was her territory.