Photos by Silvia Postolatiev
with the extraordinary participation of Roger – Beatrice Andreescu’s exceptional friend
So, the weekend it is not a weekend per se anymore. Monday is starting to become the weekend for me. Saturday we had to film the next episode of Kitchen Victim and on Sunday my personal shopping duties were calling.
Well, in between meetings and shops I had a free hour. What to do, what to do? Took my detox juice and went walking in the park. With all the snow, the nature is indeed surreal these days. It was Sunday, I didn’t see more than two people in the whole park. The snow under my feet, the cold silence of winter, the fact that for the first time I was dressed properly and I wasn’t cold, everything seemed to be so beautifully silent, peaceful and somehow weird, that I felt I may be on another realm.
Hey, there’s even a cleaned bench, no snow on it and ready for me to take a seat. Which I actually did. Right out of nowhere, an old lady appeared besides me. She was extremely elegant and refined, like an aristocratic mid-century duchess. We smiled cordially to each other.
“I know youuuuu, I walked with you once upon a dreammm.” she whispers.
Well, great, my only free hour, on Sunday, and I stumble upon another lunatic!
“You have such a beautiful necklace! It looks like it’s from another era, like it has a million tiny hidden stories trapped in it. It looks like it carries your soul in it…”
It was clear, the lady was fascinated by my Josephine custom made necklace but I can’t explain to myself how she could see that I was wearing it. I had two blouses and a coat on top of it. And a huge scarf.
In the next minutes she told me almost everything about me and about a few things that are written in my karma. She explained why I feel this obsessive connection with a countess, why I love aristocracy and why I drink my Starbucks latte from a porcelain cup (yes, I do that, it looks better).
I was bedazzled. I didn’t know what to say. I was touching my necklace and feeling that she did something to it. That now it has powers of it’s own.
“It’s the necklace, you dreamt it and wanted it right? And then you found the Josephine brand that custom made it for you, right?”
My mind was blown. How does she know? Am I drunk? Have I taken any drugs? I’m tired but not quite THAT tired! Why this is happening to me? Again. I am the only person in the Universe that has to put up with so many weird things every month? And so on.
“I am going to go now. Oh, I haven’t asked you, where are you from?”
The internet, I replied and woke up on this blue couch next to Roger, the cartooned dog.
Ana de Morodan, the Josephine necklace lover