The adventures of a quiet country escort..(chapter 42)..

The year 2010 was  very special  for me ........ I remember I spent (time and money) ........ on the phone .............

 Only one thing in my head ................ Know personally the master Sri Ramana Seva. 

At that time I was ......... (probably still are) ....... a western(Italian) girl fascinated by the magic of the Orient 

mystical and somewhat decadent. 

I had read everything possible to the "my master" meditated and attended courses ... ???? ....... and  courses to...... ???? .... 

but the road was all to be traced; The master so desired, would arrive in Paris in the spring ......... and after countless attempts, clogged phone / lines emails wrong , finally 

I obtained the coveted randez-vous. 

I arrived in Paris one evening in May, it was raining and the insignia of the various cafes, projected on the avenues lysergic lights ....... 

I let the taxi 'sadly ,while  the  rain savage struggle with my little hat .....outside the hotel I had booked. 

Upon receipt  a gentleman of Algerian origin, snoring standing up , leaning like a parrot .......... 

"Excuse me i'm  Anna ............ ...... 

But the African not  awoke. 

"Excuse me ..... I booked my name's Anna from Italy ....... ............. 

I swear ........ !!! continued to sleep standing up ....... then ....... (completely tired and soup), I decided to touch his arm ........ whispered a few centimeters. 

"helloooooooooooooooo .......... there's no one in there ..........? 

"Umfr ......... !! sgorf ..... blarf ........ etc ... !!! 

So after several onomatopoeia, and attempts ... (sounds)..... of "self-control" ....... 

"My name's Anna ........... I booked a room 

"Yes, of course ....... !! room ...... 315 ...... this is the key ..... 

"Thank you ...... !! 

"Good stay in our hotel madame ........ 

That trip was the first on her own (abroad) ......... I felt strange a great variety of  complex emotions ...... a moment of excitement ....... and a little later of despair .. ...... 

but it all straightened out, when I thought of the reason of my trip , meeting  Ramana Seva two days later and while I dried my hair after a hot shower, 

I programmed the following day. 

The next day the sun dazzled the cars parked neatly on the avenue, the birds were singing  in French ......... and  a Boulangerie was in my street full of sweet things.

I was wearing a very short skirt ...... erotic/stilettos and satin blouse gray ............