authentiCITY is about getting to know who you truly are and being it without fear or compromise.
It must have been Easter time.
Memories can be deceitful, but these memories are filled with images of hot cross buns and chocolate covered marshmallow sweets.
Perhaps it was just past Easter, entering the first chills of winter (in the Southern Hemisphere, anyway), while retailers attempted to move the last of the season’s merchandise.
We were having pasta and red wine – a meal that goes down well at that time of the year.
I was in my early twenties and my host was a man in his late fifties.
I cannot tell you very much about my host.
I knew him only briefly.
We met two years earlier and he passed away shortly after that evening.
He held a doctorate in ancient eastern languages.
I hope you find it there & enjoy the book.
After all the writing only becomes meaningful in the reading.