Once upon a time, there was a future-physician studying in a
land where everything appeared to be like she had traveled back in time to
1959. She had once promised herself that
she would never fall in love with a man from this land, but out of nowhere, the
thrill of love blind-sided her. Some
characters in this land have referred to this true-story as unbelievable,
because chapter by chapter, it seems as though all events could only appear in
a Mexican telenovela; however, chapter by chapter this story is real, as real
as the recent cholera epidemic in Cuba.
Just as cholera can be overwhelming with its voluminous rice-water
diarrhea, this love was as overwhelming as hurting-so-good.
This man was no ordinary man, he was her dream
man--incredibly funny, intelligent, super-fun and adventurous, kept her on her
toes, introduced to her the amazing Habana night-life of music and dance that
she had always yearned to know, and turns out to be the chef that she, at the
age of 11, told her mom that she would one day meet and fall in love with so
that she would never have to cook again.
Most of all, he made her feel like the sexiest, most beautiful, most
incredible woman he had ever met and once said that he would like to end his
days with her. However, the real base of
the story plot of this soap opera began
a short time before she met this man.
Not too much time beforehand, this man suffered from what it is like to
be presumed guilty until proven innocent under the court of law that governs
this land (not presumed innocent until proven guilty like the law that governs my
home-land), his whole life torn out beneath him, a life that was once full of
the luxuries of this land. Once the law
that governs this land had its way with him, they released him into a life in which
he would be forced to sacrifice his true happiness. Left in the profound slumps, he would soon
find light at the end of the tunnel, with a promise to escape this land by
marrying a stranger from Poland in hopes of building a new future. And, now steps
in this sexy, beautiful, intelligent future physician, their meeting was purely
by fate and was what he referred to as true happiness because he had never met
anyone like her. Chapter by chapter, the soap opera continued, full of promises
and hopes that they would spend their lives together, up until the
stranger-wife would pop up in the story because you know…their story-line would
pause so that he could maintain his other story with stranger-wife, motivated
out of pure self-survival. Chapter by chapter, the soap opera unravels, up
until the moment when she began to recognize that she was beginning to lose a
little part of herself, the same part of her that everyone who meets her is
drawn to. That bright Sarah-smile began to be replaced more and more with a
face of worry, worry that her man would soon be leaving her to fulfill his
promise to stranger-wife, but always leaving her with some false-reassurance
that upon leaving her he would return to her in the future. And, the last
chapter of this soap opera comes to an end as this beautiful, sexy,
intelligent, future physician realized that she would no longer sacrifice those
moments free of worry and self-doubt, that her happiness could not be determined
by the promises of this man. Just as she learned to mandate prophylactic
treatment for cholera as she walked the streets of this land of 1959 for a
week, she also learned that there is prophylactic treatment from a life
enveloped in a made for television soap opera just as overwhelming as the
voluminous rice-water diarrhea of cholera.
He just plain should have not f*&ked with her, because sure enough
she picked up the telephone and called stranger-wife. Poof be gone…exit-visa with stranger-wife! The end.
