Part-time work

Up to a week ago, I used to spend at least a couple of hours everyday looking for jobs.
My two favourites “toys” (my camera and my computer) needed- and still need, to be replaced. The digital settings of my camera have become a complete waste of time: pictures and colours are blurred, no details, no focus. I can still work with the manual settings, but pictures are “alright” and I want them to be good. Plus, when I am going out on one of my photographic afternoons (or evenings or mornings) I like to switch between the two types of settings. It is more fun!
And my computer..
Well, it is time for it to retire. It does work, somehow, but I need a notebook, something smaller that I can carry around, that is handy and I can surf with it from any Wi-Fi system.
I have been checking various websites and various job offers.
I just needed few hours a day, or maybe weekend, just to save up some money for my new “toys”.

After scrolling internet pages and clicking on all sort of ads, I read this one: “Female needed for part time work, good pay, work your own hours.”
That was all. Not much information I would say. But it does not cost a thing to send an email and ask for “further details”. And so I did. I clicked on the link just below the ad, filled in the form and then another click on “send email”.
The following day I received a reply:

Thank you for replying to our recent advert.

We are seeking ladies in the area aged 18-50 - max dress size is 12, who would like to earn £400-£1000 per week being a female companion. You must be openminded and un-inhibited.

Please reply with your name and area you are located in. If you have a recent photo please include one.

This is a very serious money making opportunity for the right people. The enjoyment of sex is a very important factor.

Petra

Well.. what to say.. I am open minded and uninhibited, but i don't think the working experiences listed on my CV could be appropriate for this position.
As far as it seems, it may take longer than what I expected before buying a new PC.

I’d better train on the manual settings of my camera.

Dirty Havana Trilogy

This is the book I'm reading at the moment.

It is rough, cruel, violent, sexual, real. Cuba, 1994.

The American embargo has left room only for self-help: prostitution, art of smuggle and theft. Anything can be sold, better dollars that pesos. Rum and sex help relieving the protagonist of the sordidness of his life.

I have not more that few pages left to read and only a couple of days ago I have realised that I am bookmarking it with a one dollar bill.

I found it sardonic and derisive considering context and what the note symbolizes.

Good thing is that to me the one dollar bill is just a green piece of paper.

Past comes back at times

It just happened.
I believe boredom had something to do with it.
I was at work, not much to do and from my window, I had a look at the green and the park surrounding the building where -I know, I am somehow just making a living rather than a career. But it does not matter, my future is elsewhere it is only a question of time.

So there I was watching black crows flying around, when my mind suddenly stepped in to a name that made my heart jump. ENZO.
I met him years ago, when I was enjoying my university life with lots of friends and parties. He stayed at mine for few days, he was holding conferences in one of the universities in the region. He has been and he still is –somehow, the most interesting and clever man I have ever met in my life.
Remembering him made me smile and nostalgia of those days came along.
I’m sure I still have his letters in one of the boxes where I packed everything that had to do with my university years. We had each other’s email addresses and phone numbers but we wrote each other letters instead. I will never forget his handwriting.
Nor his words.

So I googled his name. There was no other way I could find him.
A long list of websites appeared on my computer screen, and all had something to do with him. I managed to find one of his email addresses. I sent him an email.
I’m not sure he will reply, it has been years and years since we last spoke. God knows if he remembers me. Well, I gave it a try and that’s what counts.