All seemed lost,my funds were dangerously low and did not seem enough to afford a new plane ticket, sooner than later the destruction of my living quarters would become known and bring the furies at my doorstep and none of my close friends had enough space nor lived far away enough as to provide at least temporary shelter to myself and my not by any means small pet…
What could a man in such a position possibly do in order to defy the fates?
Suddenly remember that his neighbors,a couple whom he had only met two weeks before worked in the air plane ticket sale industry for starters,followed by suddenly regret not having asked them about the best possible travel arrangements in the first place(fist-striking oneself in the testicles as males of informal american English slang slinging would aptly sum it)
My life experience had taught me to not put much faith into hopes and desired outcomes yet on this occasion at least,I was proven wrong,quite spectacularly so.
Not only were they able to contact the actual company that had booked my flight to grant me a new date but they were able to get me a discount that could be paid with the remainder of my funds and help me out for the elusive return ticket that had nullified my previous attempt to abandon by air the Austral shores of the river plate.
After two days of being a virtually invisible inhabitant of the city and what seemed to have been an eternity of doubt and fearful expectation at the checkout line,much to my disbelief,I found myself soaring among sylphides and birds, navigating through castles and mountains of condensed water aboard an air vessel bound to the territories of the Hispania.
A new world of possibilities awaited me,ironically enough,in the heart of the old one…