No drama, no violence. Just, kind of blank stuff going on. I didn`t know what to do, where to begin from. I mean, I had an idea but didn`t know how to go about it. For example : do I go to bathroom first, and wash later? Do I wash my teeth, and then shower? Or, do I start by eating something and then do the other stuff.
I was kind of paralyzed, so I reached for the phone and checked my messages. Gave some replies to a couple of tweets, shared some likes. Indulge in some memes. Even read an entire #New Yorker piece . Exciting but lengthy. This Yves Bouvier dude is something else, I`m telling you. He succeeded in making a fortune by crossing over and extorting a Russian oligarch named Dimitry Rybolovlev. Shady schemes, opulence, Switzerland, 1 billion “margin”, divorces, attorneys, a lawsuit and international development, assets frozen in Singapore. All these by selling him art. Famous painters as Picasso, da Vinci, Modigliani, Rothko, Gustav Klimt and others.
During all this reading, I was turning on all sides, sitting in bed, moved on the living couch, even stand in the middle of the kitchen. Drank some water. I just finished reading the last phrase “I told Bouvier I had a feeling that he might win his legal battle with Rybolovlev but never recover his good name. He looked at me. “That will be my next challenge,” he said, and he kept staring at me—his eyes are a mixture of blue and dark green—until I dropped my gaze”, when realizing how late is it, I ran to the bathroom, had a shower, washed my teeth, than grab a sandwich and stormed the door in order to barely make it for a meeting. Apologizing for being late, sealing the deal and arriving at the office. I turned on my computer and I remembered that I woke up in a total haze, with an existential problem. I smiled and quickly pulled myself out from the nostalgic reverie.
