Sometimes I think that life is an irony. A big one. I had never imagined seeing myself here, before your grave. But I learned that adversity is our great master. The unpleasant events that happen in our lives are blessings in disguise. The person that we hate the most is who disclose the mystery - of how we are made - to us. And you did it many years ago. I was at one den on a lonely night, but being there got me here. You came in for a pack of cigarettes, and you noticed me at the bar. I had barely seen you coming to where I was. What could I perceive ..? Not much… Just a tall figure moving towards me. What was the reason that brought you to me ?… I still don’t know. I was just at a bar on a street. You took the barstool next to me, and with no any previous question, you began to speak to me. In your French accent and confusing words, you told who you were -something I hadn’t believed at first. I just did when you’d taken me to a restaurant off Broadway to assure me your
