Thursday I contributed to the conception of a new human being.
At least, there is nothing to prove the contrary.
I could also have contributed to the final break of a relationship, or the birth of a love story that will rewrite the notes of chocolate in future years.
begin by saying that Avatar, Cameron's film that fills the halls of theaters around the world and it is certain that you will take home a lot 'of Oscar winner, is cursed. Not as the Crow. To my knowledge there were tragic deaths during the shoot, and is still being too early to know the fate of the various protagonists. The curse strikes Avatar connected to me and my neighbors. Avatar and I together, we achieve a universal paradox, for which the negative forces align and focus all over my head.
Countless phone calls to book two empty seats and poor mingle among the crowd of stunned spectators by 3D. Reservations impossible. Cinema always full. Or phone off the hook. When an air bubble miraculously kept free somewhere were daily events and transverse to oppose the vision of the film.
sick mother, blizzard, previous commitments, then mysteriously canceled meetings, reservations had never taken place, waiting lists rigged .. even an accident. The last episode, I'm not here to tell because objectively invasive for those who lived it, decreed the final decision NOT ever try to attend a screening of Avatar. For me this film does not exist nor has ever existed.
However, the latest unfortunate event coincided precisely with the only ticket reservation successful within three weeks of trying. At the end of the film did not matter, what's really worth to be brought forward was a matter principle, a silent struggle between me and the reservation system and destiny. And I won.
Duq tickets in my name for the projection at 20.30 on Thursday.
Reservation lost as a result of its unjustifiable impediment.
Thus, whereas the remaining tickets from canceled reservations or go unclaimed in the first desperate drag on the premises of the cinema one hour before the show, I like to think that my two tickets have been purchased by a pair of young lovers .
so enthusiastic about the film at the end of the evening, burning with passion found, and dragged in the wake of love on Pandora, have succumbed to the instinct of pleasure without romantic protection and that at this moment a little boy blue is growing between them.
And all this because of the curse that struck but to bring benefits to strangers.
I am pleased to have helped.
"Montagues and Capulets" - see my Flickr page
Ophelia
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