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Marija

I should have posted before, but I guess I needed some time to let last week’s events sink in. I only got to see Marija for one day, which pisses me off, but at the same time I’m glad I had that day with her. I only have one good picture of Marija ’cause my camera started acting really weird and then ran out of batteries.

She’s actually looking at her camera in the picture (she hasn’t sent me the ones she took yet). That scary looking dude sitting next to her is her dad. He has quite the kung fu grip in his handshake. Very intimidating man. It also didn’t help that he spoke no english, or any other language I know for that matter.

Since Marija’s sister, Antonija, was there too I would frequently switch to italian when speaking to Marija. At one point the conversation went something like this:

Me: Aspetta. Tuo padre sapeva chi ero io prima di oggi?

Marija: Si. Anche la mia mamma sa chi sei.

Me: Ohhhh, va bene…

You guys can figure out what the above means on your own.

We didn’t do anything out of the ordinary during the little time we hung out. We just walked around Central Park and then Midtown. They kept asking me where stuff was, stuff I didn’t actually know the location of. Always frustrating…

I left them at Penn Station at the end of the day. She said she might make a trip to Los Angeles to see some cousins. A layover in New York perhaps? I don’t know yet. Let’s hope so.

Kamikaze

Kamikaze: specific impulsive action performed in a situation in which the right combination of advantages and emotional benefits is perceived by the person performing said action as favorable, even if the actual circumstances are not.

The above definition describes some stuff I’ve done. Going to Russia was a kamikaze. Going to Italy was also a kamikaze. My most notorious kamikaze was probably going to Miami to see my favorite singer, Laura Pausini.Wednesday, September 21, 2005. Rafael’s ex-girlfriend, Luz, somehow got into Laura’s rehearsal for her performance at Premios Juventud in Miami. She called me so I could listen to Laura sing live. At that point I was obviously overjoyed, more than a little kid getting a christmas present. But that was only the start…

The above is a picture Luz took of Laura Pausini on the phone after the end of her rehearsal. You might be asking yourself: “Who’s on the other end of the line?”

Yep, it was me, and I have Luz to thank for that. She made up a story and convinced Laura to call me. The story was basically that I was her boyfriend and that I was doing a tour in Iraq. A call from my favorite singer would definitely get my spirits up. Luz, that story was ingenious. Thanks.

I was telling everyone about this when I get a call from René. René’s mom works for American Airlines. When I started college, she put me on her list of people that could use her stand-by tickets. René knows how to get into the system, so he called me to tell me he could get me on a plane first thing the next day if I wanted to go see Laura Pausini. Apparently Luz had talked to Rafael and René and said she had gotten free tickets for Premios Juventud.

And there goes the kamikaze. It’s obvious I would go, and it was glorious.

What’s the point of this post? Well, I’m making another kamikaze.

Marija, a croatian girl I met in Italy two years ago, is going to New York in two weeks to visit her sister who works as a model. She called me a few days ago to let me know.

I haven’t seen Marija in a very long time, but there’s the obvious problem that I’m in Puerto Rico right now. In comes René.

René offered me for my birthday standby to the destination of my choosing, and I’m going to take him up on this. I’m flying to New York to see Marija. I don’t know exactly when, but it will be around June 11.

I don’t know where I’ll be staying yet, but I’m sure something will come up.

Marija, se leggi questo, voglio che tu sappia che vado sicuro a New York e ti vedrò. Aspettami