The nightmare with my name
Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 9:33 amThe nightmare with my name
A Sunday morning I made a dive on the net to find people whit my same name. I had to do an exercise for my English course. At this moment I didn’t know, but it was the beginning of a nightmare that I never dreamed of. It’s so easy to surf the net, so simple and harmless that I never thought it could become a drama, like it was.
I found two other people with my name, apparently seemed people like me, normal girls, with an interesting profession, a choice group of friends and many activities and hobbies to do.
Perhaps this apparent simplicity led me to contact them and propose them a meeting to discuss about our lives, to share experiences and eventually become friends, why not? Now I know that was a vacuous mind, friendship is something that can not be forced.
After contact them through Facebook, I explained my plan and the two girls were willing to come to Barcelona to meet us and know each other.
The D day, a Friday at six o’clock, a girl of about thirty years old appeared in front of me on the terrace of a very known bar in Plaça Catalunya, in the hearth of the city. It was amazing to sit face to a person who has your same name, more when the name is not a common one. Even more when the person has the same age like you, and, why not admit it, with a look quite similar. It was amazing and disturbing, at least.
She was a psychologist in Oaxaca, Mexico, and she explain that she was looking for a new job and a new place to settle and work and get all the dreams a girl is looking for: a love, a job, friends, maybe a family in the future… I never will suspect that I would be involved in her live the way I did.
Corresponding to her comments I explain some details of my live: I’m a journalist, I work for a newspaper in the city of Barcelona, I live by my own in an apartment in Gracia district, my family is the typical Catalan one, I meet whit my brothers on Sundays in my parents house and we have lunch with “canelons” and “carn a la brasa”, … and thinks like that.
It was a quiet and friendly meeting. We were waiting for the other girl whit our same name more than two hours but she did not appear. Finally she explained their intentions to stay in town and around for some holydays and announced she would call me in a few days to see us again.
Next Monday at eight o’clock I was outside the front door of my office getting ready to go into, and before I could pass my card to scan it, I saw through the glass the girl with my name talking to my boss in a very friendly attitude. Surprised and alarmed I tried to scan my card repeatedly to access to the newspaper office but I couldn’t. The card was off.
Yes. This was the first steep of one of the most difficult parts of my live. Some circumstances prevent me from explaining the rest of the story. Circumstances related to my own safety. I have not passed the drama. From many years I tried to get my live back, my friends, my family, my house… I continue trying today, is not easy, but I prefer to death, before give my live to a monster.
The reason why I do not publish my name is for your safety I wouldn’t you be involve in this dark event. Only think that someone like her could come into your live and, simply, steal it, as she did to me.
A Sunday morning I made a dive on the net to find people whit my same name. I had to do an exercise for my English course. At this moment I didn’t know, but it was the beginning of a nightmare that I never dreamed of. It’s so easy to surf the net, so simple and harmless that I never thought it could become a drama, like it was.
I found two other people with my name, apparently seemed people like me, normal girls, with an interesting profession, a choice group of friends and many activities and hobbies to do.
Perhaps this apparent simplicity led me to contact them and propose them a meeting to discuss about our lives, to share experiences and eventually become friends, why not? Now I know that was a vacuous mind, friendship is something that can not be forced.
After contact them through Facebook, I explained my plan and the two girls were willing to come to Barcelona to meet us and know each other.
The D day, a Friday at six o’clock, a girl of about thirty years old appeared in front of me on the terrace of a very known bar in Plaça Catalunya, in the hearth of the city. It was amazing to sit face to a person who has your same name, more when the name is not a common one. Even more when the person has the same age like you, and, why not admit it, with a look quite similar. It was amazing and disturbing, at least.
She was a psychologist in Oaxaca, Mexico, and she explain that she was looking for a new job and a new place to settle and work and get all the dreams a girl is looking for: a love, a job, friends, maybe a family in the future… I never will suspect that I would be involved in her live the way I did.
Corresponding to her comments I explain some details of my live: I’m a journalist, I work for a newspaper in the city of Barcelona, I live by my own in an apartment in Gracia district, my family is the typical Catalan one, I meet whit my brothers on Sundays in my parents house and we have lunch with “canelons” and “carn a la brasa”, … and thinks like that.
It was a quiet and friendly meeting. We were waiting for the other girl whit our same name more than two hours but she did not appear. Finally she explained their intentions to stay in town and around for some holydays and announced she would call me in a few days to see us again.
Next Monday at eight o’clock I was outside the front door of my office getting ready to go into, and before I could pass my card to scan it, I saw through the glass the girl with my name talking to my boss in a very friendly attitude. Surprised and alarmed I tried to scan my card repeatedly to access to the newspaper office but I couldn’t. The card was off.
Yes. This was the first steep of one of the most difficult parts of my live. Some circumstances prevent me from explaining the rest of the story. Circumstances related to my own safety. I have not passed the drama. From many years I tried to get my live back, my friends, my family, my house… I continue trying today, is not easy, but I prefer to death, before give my live to a monster.
The reason why I do not publish my name is for your safety I wouldn’t you be involve in this dark event. Only think that someone like her could come into your live and, simply, steal it, as she did to me.