The gate to the labyrinth After writing the letter that liberated me from all my childhood monsters,
I proceeded to delete it because I was too chickenshit to email it to my Mother.
I started packing for my trip to India that same night. I was motivated by the frustration daughters feel when they can’t make their mothers happy no matter what they do.
I had only gone that far once, to dance in China. But this was a trip to the mothership. And this time I was going down the rab
That morning the air was fresh and the sun was shining, Troy was very excited, he loves to travel and what could be better than to travel, get paid and do what you love while in the company of your one and only soul mate? Wow. This was it. We were in heaven. Our friendly German scientist neighbors came out to bid us farewell and promised to keep an eye on our apartment. So we hopped in the cab and head out to LAX.
We boarded our flight to Amsterdam which was our only stop-ove
I’ve been reading all these books about signs along the road, serendipity, causality, synchronicity, like we should pay attention to the environment for the events it presents and for the clear signs it sends our way. So this is why I started capturing images as soon as I could, to see if I could see the signs that would answer my questions. I had so many.
Outside finally! and the smell is nothing short of what I’ve been told by Kelley. She said curry, I say yeah curry but wh
I man is an Indian man in his forties, he’s been a Director of Photography for many years and for many Bollywood films and lives in Australia, only comes to India for work. We were offered lunch in the office lunch room, we sat with Iman. He was very serious, only focused on his food. Half way through our meal which consisted of delicious curry, of course, he looked up from his plate and started asking us questions. “So, where are you staying?” “Well” I said, “at a hotel, not
So the phone is ringing, the time was 8 am in Mexico City - 8 pm in Mumbai.
Dad: Hi darling! I miss you! Where have you been? I called you at home but no answer for the last few days.
Me: Hi Daddy! I’m great….guess where I am?
Dad: Where cookie…
Me: In Bombay, India.
Dad: what?! Say it again…
Me: Bombay, India….
Dad: I don’t understand?
Me: Well, Troy got that editing job. He’s editing a movie in India. And I came w
We arrived in New Delhi at the Hotel Royal. Finally met the Director and the music supervisor. They were very friendly and excited about the film. Roger, the Director, a British man in his 50’s seemed very fond of Troy and was very happy I came along. We only stayed at the hotel for the first few days with them and then again moved into an apartment in “Defence Colony”, a gated community in New Delhi.
The apartment came equipped with Bachu, a little man that served us day and
I even felt nostalgic over leaving, but in reality we were never gonna make any money being there. If they decided to pay, it would be over the thought of having to start over. So they left us no choice really.
That afternoon Troy and I were summoned to the set to partake in the shooting of this film. I was gonna play, guess what? A waitress…and he was gonna play the antagonists lover in a jacuzzi scene. Great.
As we arrived to the set we met the Producer in the lobby, a youn
The shoot was done, we went home. Evermean was not really speaking to me or even looking at me. I liked it that way better. We got home and I asked again, Did you talk about your payments? Uh, yeah. I have a meeting at the office tomorrow to see about that. He said. I knew what we were into already, it’s very third world to keep people guessing about their money. Sometimes they keep you guessing forever.
The next day came, I was awakened by the classic, knock knock…madam? Tos
It's funny how being stuck halfway across the globe in a third world country can make you do the strangest things. At that moment out of pure desperation, I started bartering with God.
God, if you help me get home I will never ever, ever complain about L.A. again. I will give up sugar for a year, help the homeless, volunteer downtown on Christmas eve, anything you want!!! Please take me home!!!! I will do anything, anything!
Night came, we talked. He understood my desperation
And so the days went by and the work kept coming with the promise of that deposit that never came. 9 weeks into this adventure and we were broke in India and by Indian terms. Which in Western terms is really in deep shit. After 24 hours of non stop editing to hit a deadline Mr T, as I will call him from now on, was exhausted and sick. As was I. After a vomit-diarrea-fever-cold sweat extravaganza we decided it was time to go to the hospital.
Yes honey, we were in the hospital