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When I had only two subjects left to finish my career as a Professional Accountant I had the opportunity to choose among two very tempting offers that came to me together. My aunt Martha that was leaving in United States for a long time wrote a letter to my grandfather asking him to send me with her. She will take care of me. This offer was excellent for my future because I will have the opportunity to go to school and learn an important language like English. At the same time my daddy Alberto was working for Cuban Telephone Company and an important member of its Union, found out that they were looking for three young girls to work in the Long Distance department of the same company. They had to choose them among over 100 candidates.
I realized that outside the room were some militia men making noises with they pistols to scare us. May be Roberto were not that scare because he use to handle them when he was in Sierra Maestra fighting but I was in a complete state of panic. I had found refuge in his arms until we felled asleep or maybe we were only pretending to be sleeping. We were in this state of make belive, until we notice that a ray of sun were trying to enter our room... At least we had a new day and the hope that this one will be better.
"My funeral" took place in Piazza Spagna, Roma. It was in November 28, 2006. Of course, this was a symbolic funeral even if at that particular moment it looked real. This is not either a practice for a fiction movie, this is a real description of an event that took place when I left the subway station located in the Spanish steps, Rome. I was heading to Via Margutta to an art gallery were I was showing forty of my paintings. The time was 4:00 p.m and the stores in this location were reopening their doors. The square was crowded and some of the people there were showing some signs, but I did not pay to much attention because this is a common practice in the big squares of Rome.
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