Txt says: Your package should be
with you between 12 and 14:30. Not surprised, 14:30 and still nothing, starving
I prepare a quick lunch and as I am about to sit down to eat, he rings: ‘I’ll
be at your door in a few minutes.’ I run downstairs and wait for what it seemed
like forever, 10 minutes at least, until the courier arrives and I return to my
cold lunch.
Later on I drop by the derma saloon
to get a quick facial, she leaves me mildly red and shinning plus 100% make up
free and with a bad hair day due to the hairband and probably residues of cream
in my hair. I feel a bit naked and as I walk across town I beg: ‘I hope I won’t
meet anyone I know’. A few meters ahead I bump into M. and his boyfriend A. who
is a fashion designer. Nice, from all the people I could have met it needed to
be exactly the fashion, extra groomed and always impeccable couple. I have the
impression of being under scrutiny and try to hide beyond my hair layers. Now I
know what a celebrity must feel when is caught off garde.
My brother, who has a great memory,
asks: ‘So what’s the plan for tonight, have you already dressed up as Coco
channel?’
‘No, the party is tomorrow; I am in
the shops searching for a key item for my costume but I want something nice so
that I can wear it again.’
He suggests: ‘What about a mask?’
Ah, he certainly says the right
things at the right time.
I buy a really nice hat, put it on
straight away and walk home. As i am about to open the front door I notice
plenty of activity in the terrace, just beside mine. Suddenly I feel that my
garden plants must be thirsty, I open the balcony door and step outside. Cameras,
microphones and a film crew seem to be recording a scene pointing at the
Jameson distillery tower. The protagonist is a cute tall guy, he smiles on my direction as I water the cacti, the camera man turns my way and then I remember
I have no makeup on, in the movie you
may see a shining lady in a hat running inside and closing the curtains. 
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