Love

By Steven J. Keystone

"If you can feel pain, you're alive. If you can feel the pain of others, you are human."    Tolstoy

If music were to have a language, it would have to be Spanish, thought Marta. It was all she was thinking about as she surrendered herself to the magical rhythm of the melody. She marveled at her journey to Buenos Aires, at all the time that had passed, the tango she learned, this romantic language, and the man she fell in love with.

Until the beginning of the end...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steven J. Keystone
• Release date: Mar 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393033448

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LOVE

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This book is a combination of fiction and memories. For fiction, names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

For memories, the author has tried to recreate events, locales, and conversations from his memories of them. In order to maintain their anonymity in some instances, the author has changed the names of individuals and places to protect the privacy of individuals.

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CHAPTER 7

If you can feel pain, you're alive. If you can feel the pain of others, you are human.

Tolstoy

CHAPTER 1

If music were to have a language, it would have to be Spanish, thought Marta. It was all she was thinking about as she surrendered herself to the magical rhythm of the melody. She marveled at her journey to Buenos Aires, at all the time that had passed, the tango she learned, this romantic language, and the man she fell in love with.

Until the beginning of the end...

LIFE WAS GOOD FOR MARTA. Intelligent and successful, holding a graduate degree in economics, she now held a managerial position at the Central Bank in Frankfurt. What more could she want? But was this really what she wanted?

For two years in a row, spending her holidays in Argentina, a definite yearning was beginning to grow inside her for this intriguing country.

Each morning on her way to work, she would look from a distance at the skyscraper where she worked. This gargantuan building gobbled people each morning like a ravenous monster molded from metal and concrete, and in the evening it spit back up whomever it had snacked on in the morning.

She began to reflect on her life. Her job was built around serving other people’s money and material interests, being forced to struggle in a sea of numbers, staring for hours at her computer screen. The endless routine. Is this all