My new subject was a talented chef that I met when I was working undercover as a sous-chef for another assignment… The clue given to me by my mysterious employers was “Luke Skywalker” and it was to the point, since from the first moment of our encounter I knew that his presence was not “total”, meaning that he was there but he thought he wanted to be somewhere else. I knew there was a poem that was written for him and I was decided to not publish my investigation until I I was sure which one was it. And now I know. It is called What to Remember When Waking, by David Whyte
Read MoreMy new subject was a fire-fighter’s daughter that could make herself invisible by touching a Chinese dragon pendant of mysterious origin, gifted to her by her mother. Her mother was a beautiful inter-dimensional model and the pendant’s power was coming from her. Needless to say that while recuperating from some inter-dimensional displacement (which I have explained in previous blogs that is energy consuming) the dragon’s power weakened. And it’s exactly in such an occasion that my window of opportunity opened. A photographic investigator knows there is no luck, but that don’t prevent her from taking advantage of it!
Read MoreAs you know, a photographic investigator’s special power is the one that permits her to travel through time and dimensions. And although this gives her a great advantage and helps her accomplish her assignments more effectively, sometimes there are complications. One of them is that repeated time or dimension displacements deplete her energy. Another one is that the use of spirits usually messes up with her destination, resulting in her finding herself in a place, time or dimension different than the one planned. It all started with the usual cryptic message from my mysterious employers: This time it was “Margarita”. At the time, I was in an art exhibition in Cuba, having a tequila shot, a spirit that I hate. And with good reason. My assignment was urgent and so I did not hesitate to depart immediately to the given coordinates. Unfortunately, I found myself in Mexico 20 years before the intended timeline and in a dimension where a margarita was a kind of cold coffee, the favourite drink of my new subject. Her name was also Margarita and she was waiting for me out of time, out of dimension and space. Of course, as always, it was all planned to the minutest detail by my mysterious and powerful employers…
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