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STORY IN YOUR EYES Ltd’s website and company:  how they were named

-“..Waoow..!  So, your job is taking pictures of half naked babes..?!” asked the leather-trousered girl, “..that’s cool!”

Whilst discovering my website on her mobile, she was scratching fiercely her forearm, “..a nasty mojito has bitten me..!” she mentioned.

–“..“mosquito”, not “mojito”..!” did I rectify.  Pure reflex.

Actually, I don’t know much about mosquitos, except for the viruses they convey, and nothing at all about mojitos, except it always remind me of a particular girl-friend during a particular evening somewhere in a bar in Vera Cruz, Yucatàn.

I almost got smashed and squashed because of that girl, but the macho boys were too drunk and I managed to divest their attention, get the girl discretely out, and escape.  Still, it was a close call.

-“..And why do you call this website “Berries and Shells”..?  Interrogative mode, with a touch of incomprehension.

Hell!  And I thought this was a great idea!  A smart combination, intriguing, elegant, associating the graceful colours and rounded curves of (organic) berries and the delicate sculptures of (mineral) shells, all shaped (for free) by Mother Nature.  I must change this lousy title!  This said, she really has funky shades.

-“..I love burberries..!”

I wasn’t really attentive, otherwise I would have detected the “burberries” thing (I dig blueberries).

But there were several ideas competing in my mind.  Not that I have lazy neurones or can’t do multitasking..  I wanted to tell her some profound thoughts about combining market economy with environmental considerations.  But who wants to bore to death an authentic teenager?

Whilst chatting, we had arrived near the lake at the center of the park.  There, an ice-cream truck, strategically positioned, was offering glitzy flavours to easy-to-conquer onlookers.  Hand-painted on the truck’s body:  “Good for the mood, cream is the dream!”  Clear slogan.

A couple of minutes later, salted butter caramel-black chocolate-vanilla cone in hand, my companion was kind of smiling and everybody likes Kasia when she smiles.

Her real name is “Maria-Acacia”, a brilliant invention of her mother (my sister) who was a botanist.  It soon became “Kasia”, which is not bad, but personally I would have gone for “Lolita”.  Having read the book, my sister – rightly – discarded the idea.

She was now browsing the website’s posts.

-“..What are these boats..?  And what’s the link with Fashion..?”

I knew what to answer:

-“..For me, Fashion means elegance, and regattas are nothing but elegance..”

Kasia raised her eyebrows:  “..no entiendo!”

“..”Regatta” is a very elegant Italian word to describe sailboat races..  The pics come from St Barths in the Caribbean and Saint-Tropez, on the French Riviera..”

I almost got seasick when shooting the bloody pictures.  But I really love these regattas.  Kasia nodded.

“..Will you bring me along to one garetta one day..?”

Her slickdexia is kind of cute..  disklexia..  sklickdessia..  Never mind, you see what I mean.  English is not my native language.

That made me smile and I don’t know about you but smiling makes me happy.  Self-induced joy.

-“..You know, there’s something you should try one day..” I told Kasia, “..to become a model, wearing swagger clothes..  I would take the pictures, we’ll sell them to the magazines, you’ll get famous and I’ll get rich..!”

Nodding.

“-..may be you’re tomorrow’s star, may be you’ll end up having your handprints on Hollywood Boulevard..!”

I was getting a bit carried away by my narrative.  Kasia did not seem entirely convinced.  Furthermore, she had finished her ice-cream.

“-..Why would people be interested in me..?”

That was a good question.

“-..Well, you know, I have an eye for Fashion and..”

She interrupted:

“-..and what about those pics you call “Mojo Stories”..?  They seem to come from nowhere and from all over the world at the same time..”

“-..These are moments and places where I’ve been and where part of my soul lie..  It’s like in the story with the little white stones, where the kids are dragged into the forest by their parents who want to abandon them..  I take a picture to remember where they are, for when I’ll need to find my way back..”

But I never come back of course.  Not my style.

“-..So, you have a soul..?”  she asked, sarcastic.  She had taken off her shades and was looking at me right into the eyes.  Hers are slightly green, or pale blue, the color does not matter, really.

And then, I knew this was actually the real and only story.

“-..Very funny!  But it’s good you make me think about it..  You know what?  I will entitle this website “Story in your Eyes” and I will name the company the same.!”

Nearby, some ducks were stupidly quacking;  from the ice-cream truck, one could hear an old Steely Dan song and I was so happy..

Kasia smiled.