A truth that hurts every time.Natasha.You get to a point where sometimes you wish you were somewhere else. In one where no one knows you or maybe, just disappear without a trace. My mind is my most lethal weapon. It's double-edged, what doesn't happen is invented and what does happen is ignored. Being kidnapped and growing up thinking my parents had abandoned me, I don't think it helped my messed up life much.My aunt Francesca always tried to make me different from Stefano's upbringing. I gave her headaches, of course I did. Not because I went from party to party, I think it was my personality that drove her crazy.It is not easy to live with a person who distrusts everyone, who looks for the five legs to the cat, a person that if she does not find logic in things, her brain will not leave her alone. I do not justify myself, but I am like this because of the fear and anguish of my forgotten past, which was shown in parts in my dreams.A life that is alien to me.Maybe my insecuriti
It hurts as much as the first day."I am no one to take away your happiness. The one you truly deserve. Nor do I have the right to make you feel bad. For a moment I thought I could get out of my strange world, but I realized I was dragging you into it. I am no one to do that to you."You are Natasha, a strong and feisty woman," I look into her eyes, he speaks the truth even when they are injected with anger. "You are a beautiful woman who deserves everything wonderful she could ever want."I smile."But I'm not enough and I don't give you the security you need," I shake my head. "It's okay, Nathan. I'm used to things not working out, to things being ruined. I'm used to me messing things up," I open the door. "You're the first person I've told about Stefano's friend. Now you can also feel sorry for me or say I'm lying.""Hey, don't talk like that...""If someday you decide to come back. When you think I've stopped being so selfish to think only of me and you don't see anything positive
Living in a bubble full of lies and betrayal can be painful.She was stolen, deceived and raised by a family that was not hers. She was happy as long as she knew nothing and thought she knew those she was with, but everything changed one night.Exactly a few months before the date that brings her the most pain.At a doctors' congress in Iceland, he meets a Russian man who brings him pain and nostalgia.That happened to Natasha, a beautiful blonde of Russian origins. She has a tragic past that she does not remember and an uncertain present that torments her.Here lies and betrayals are served as the main course of the day.Once, someone told him: "Wolves also dress in sheep's clothing", and as time went by he was able to confirm it.Who will be the big bad wolf in this story?His family?Your uncles and aunts?Your friends?Are they prepared for the end?
Thingvellir National Park.Reykjavik-Iceland.Natasha.A month ago I received an invitation from the hospital in Oslo to the international congress of doctors. Few people ever get an invitation. You must have caught the eye of a senior hospital executive, or, you really are a doctor who deserves to expand your knowledge with other colleagues.To be honest I didn't expect to be invited, but I thank whoever did. Because for the first time in a long time, I managed to travel alone and get to know Iceland. I have shared with several people here.Knowledge about any medical subject for me is worth gold.I have tried to talk to someone who is a specialist in neurology, but haven't had much luck. It was a good morning at the hotel. Productive for sharing ideas and lively because they were doing internships on general medicine or, some unusual specialty.At nightfall we were invited to Thingvellir Park for a front row view of the Northern Lights. It is the most beautiful thing my eyes could o
Restaurant La Mia Vita.Larchmont Village- United States.Natasha.All my life I have lived with the idea that something is missing. I don't remember precisely what, but it's that feeling that you're living a life that's not yours. That you are living in the wrong place. That something is wrong and you have no idea what it is, or rather, you don't remember. For more than 15 years I have been having the same nightmares. I don't like to sleep with the lights off, I'm terrified of the dark. I went to psychologists, but they said that as I grew up, it would all pass.Liars, nothing changed after I grew up.It got worse.There's a date I hate, a date I wish it didn't affect me, a number I'd like to erase from history, but I can't. Every August 17, my life falls into a thousand pieces. I don't know why, but it overwhelms me so much that I feel suffocated. If only I knew why Sasha's name affects me so much. If only I knew who she is, it would all make sense. My tormented brain would take a b
My uncles come to the serial killer table smiling and looking like it's the most normal thing in the world. The bullies get up with a smile to greet them. I realized that a blue”eyed boy was watching me. That being is scarier than the rest. If it wasn't because he looked awful, I wouldn't have even paid attention to it. I started to feel uncomfortable and a bit intimidated, so I decided to turn around to go with Jay, our cook. I gave him some food orders that I had taken minutes before this get together, and I waited for him to prepare the orders and they were ready.As I happily rambled on in my cerebral monologues judging tough”looking people, my dear aunt had the idea of calling me to introduce myself to those guys."Perfect, take me to the rat slaughterhouse, dear Francesca," I whispered, ignoring her friendly look.Are they crazy or not watching the news? The danger that we human beings run due to the existence of gang members is horrible.I think I'll leave them alone for a lo
How hard can it be to accept that we are not all the same?Society tends to judge us by race, sex, religion, political ideology, way of dressing, nationality and even your personality. The worst part of it all is that they believe they have the right to do so. Despite coming from parents that I don't remember giving me affection. Rather, parents I don't remember.The abandonment of a child is very common when parents are not prepared to be responsible people.I was raised by my aunt and uncle and for a long time they tried to change what in my childhood, someone taught me. I remember my principles, my Russian values and teachings. I used to be very conceited about my nationality or how perfect I am, but my uncles made me change. They taught me to have respect for the different tastes of all human beings and to be more humble.But let's not fool ourselves. They loathe Russians, they loathe someone? Sasha."You can't judge anyone if you have to save them. You are a doctor and you must d
Westwood Village, California.Natasha.I bet more than once you've heard one of the most famous phrases in the world. Let me tell you that I carry it very much in my life:If something can go wrong, then it will go wrong or, perhaps, worse.I am a true believer that Murphy's law follows me. I must say that after the encounter with the gang members, nothing went very well. I'd better explain. Danielle and I had a lot of things in mind to do, but nothing has gone as expected.The only plan that works perfectly and unfortunately, is to catch the idiotic gang members. Dani and I had agreed that when we had a little....How should I say it to make it sound good?Space, time... no, it's better life... Yes, let's call it that.Let's continue.When we had a life outside the hospital we would move in together, but the harsh reality, money, punched us in the face perfectly. Buying a place or renting was too expensive and we wouldn't have the money in full by the time the realtor needed it. Dani