Incipit

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. According to the Merriam Webster dictionary that term refers to:

a) the first part:beginning.
b) the opening words of a text of a medieval manuscript or early printed book.

It derives from the Latin language, which means:”to begin.”

After three years of meticulous preparation via the weekly blogging of a series called “Emotional Frustration” and several months of extremely focused and arduous research, study and writing processes,we have finally completed the homonymous manuscript.

All along this challenging process, we have been steadily supported by the love and advice of our two children, Noel Marie and Gian Luca, who are pictured in this image, sharing a barbecue in our patio a few weeks ago. Gracias chicos!

Moreover we have been blessed with the loyal reading and pointed critique of several people like yourself who have taken the time to review our web page. Thank very much for your spontaneous friendship and affection. Merci beaucoup!

Last, but not the least, we would like to thank our God Almighty for firmly holding our hand, all along this treacherous journey through the media-deserted issues that cause the endemic Emotional Frustration.
Grazie Dio Tuttopoderosso!

Emma came to visit us in a dream

Our transition into REM sleep was halted by a familiar whisper.

-“Hey, don’t go there yet,” Emma Bovary said. “Got to talk, buddy.”

Rubbing our eyes, we could discern her disturbing silhouette sitting at the bed’s edge.

-“Hello…What do you want now?” we replied. “Finished the manuscript already…”

-“Yeah, it’s good, but incomplete… Totally incomplete, my escribidor.”

-“What are you talking about, eh?”

-“You did not discuss what women want. You must write the final chapter.”

-“Oh no! Freud couldn’t do it. He almost went crazy trying to grasp it.”

-“Well, you got an advantage… You’re already totally screwed up, aren’t you?”

What do you want me to say? Since her successful debut in the “Revue de Paris” on October 1, 1856, this mischievously meek wife of a rural medical practitioner has shown a rather unusual dexterity at deftly manipulating impressionable men like us to fulfill her basest desires…

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. We would like to tell you that “Emotional Frustration-the hushed plague” is not ready yet as we will write an epilogue titled “What women really want.” We will embark in this most dangerous of journeys through the paradoxically barren desert of the social media, riding on the back of our black and red mouse, under the blistering heat of the ever mutating women’s plight , to reach an oasis.

In order to get some needed ammunition, we prepared a minced lamb Couscous with plenty of veggies, including the bombastic chick peas, with some triggering Merguez (lamb franks) We stashed it carefully in our backpack with some tea leaves and plenty of water. We prayed to God Almighty for mercy and we sat down. Avanti bersaglieri!

Toady we celebrate the third anniversary of our web page. Happy Birthday!

Happy International Worker’s Day to all our readers and fellow bloggers!

Cous-cous will pull us through the last leg of our journey

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. These are exciting times for us.We are writing the last twenty pages of “Emotional Frustration-the hushed plague” and we would like to thank all those who have generously forwarded their suggestions and corrections to our e-mail address.

A few days ago we were having lunch in “Fatair Al Basha”, a great Lebanese cafeteria and mini-market owned by our dear friend Samir, when we spotted a package of cous-cous made in Canada on one of the nearby racks. Our mind went instantly back to the readings of our youth in a Montevideo apartment, eliciting the images of a caravan of nomadic tribesmen trekking through the unforgiving sands of the Sahara. In order to survive, they often carried three critical supplies: water, cous-cous and tea leaves.

On the spot we decided to prepare a cous-cous of chicken and vegetables, seasoned with a little olive oil, parsley, turmeric and honey. My son said that it was a truly superb dish. Today we woke up with renewed energy and enthusiasm to tackle our manuscript. Emulating the stoic berbers, we will momentarily mount on the back of our mouse and glide again through the glistening grains of our laptop’s screen to reach the blissful oasis.

Through the blinding haze, the tower of the magic city begins to shape in the distance. Thank you God Almighty for holding our hands all along this journey.

Ahzaa birihlat yavida!