: Monika Cavaliere
: Rewritten destinies
: novum publishing
: 9781642687040
: 1
: CHF 15.20
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 304
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Adriana and Roberto have been in love since they were teenagers. They live in Bardolino, a small town on the shores of beautiful Lake Garda. They have serious plans for the future when an accident happens. A local boy dies, and Roberto is sent to prison on trumped-up charges. Due to a series of misunderstandings, they lose each other for decades and both start new lives with other people, far away from each other. However, when a murderer from the past reappears, seeking revenge, their lives cross paths again, and it turns out that time has not been able to destroy their love. Who wants them dead, and what is behind it all? Will the pregnant Adriana survive the killer's cruelty? Can two proud and stubborn people find each other again? Can love overcome long-held pain and doubts? Find out in Monika Cavaliere's exciting, twist-filled novel.

 

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Part 2

Every person is completely differentfromthe front than from the back. The whole body image is made complete by the combination of both sides. The combination of the front and back views gives the three-dimensional image. Now let's see Noémi from the back. The less light continuation of the previous Noémi is coming.

I mentioned that I've been seeing lawyers lately.

There are times when one is forced to seek the help of a lawyer, whether reluctantly or not.

It was a simple, quick, administrative matter. The timing seemed tricky – five days before Christmas – and it wasn’t really convenient when I was already baking, cooking, wrapping, decorating my home and soul. I grumbled to myself, “right now, why can’t it be in January? I was so focused on Christmas, but I had to go.

Okay, let's get over it.

I went not very enthusiastically, this was obviously reflected on my face – what is on my heart, is on my mouth, I am not a poker face. I was happy to note that the lawyer, after the assessment of the situation, took the situation into account and did his job with extraordinary discretion and speed. So, three days later, the signing took place.

Wow, we're done, that was quick, I can finally go bake linzer.

I would have forgotten the whole thing if I hadn't received a call from the lawyer around January 20th asking for a redress. Damn it! I thought the case was closed. I presented the document to him personally the next day, because he asked for it, since it was a deadline-based SOS, otherwise we could start all over again.

Well, not that anymore. I sped towards the office at bullet train speed, obviously in the midst of my busy schedule, including this one so we wouldn't have to do the procedure again.

I rang the bell, he opened the door, handed it over, and read it.

 

Yes, that's what I needed, thank you very much for your speed. He'll take care of it.

I supposedly said something like, if I had any more questions... To which he said, of course, I'd be happy to answer over a coffee.

Thank you, I'll hurry up and then...

Over the next three days, questions began to arise in a strange way. One or two, and as time went on, more and more.

I signed up for a consultation with him, and he responded with his usual speed and welcomed me right away. We talked about the questions, I got answers, but new questions also popped up. He concluded:

– Your pace, determination, knowledge, and appearance can be intimidating to men. In short: setting the bar too high is an obstacle to building a relationship.

"True. You may be right. Thank you, see you later!"

"Goodbye."

Well, I thought I should reflect on these profound thoughts. I just formulated them to myself and decided that maybe one day I would pass them on to you like this:

Dear lawyer!

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