Love in the Time of Cholera

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.