The woman who looks like Diana.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A tall, slender blonde with blond hair walking out of the phone booth.

" This place is really boring. Yes, what I am doing here? Doing someone a favor, a very dear someone ", she said closing her eyes with a British accent.

I stared at her. But isn't that Diana? I thought. But what is she doing here on Curacao? Nobody's gonna believe me. I walked into the other phone booth to place a call to Canada. My first time speaking in English to an English speaking person, after having taking High School correspondence lessons by mail for months. Suprisingly they were very easy. It helped a lot having taken English at school in the 6th grade of elementary school and 4 years of English at secondary school before dropping out of school. It really helped to have a mother who was very good in English for some unexplained reason despite never having lived in an English speaking country before. I called the people in Canada. They could understand me. The woman who looked like Diana was now sitting. I shook my head and remembered some other strange encounters I had had with foreigners in my life.

The Lady

 I still remember the day I turned 3 years old. When I went to nursery school that day, I was wearing a red dress with straps, red socks with white shoes, my golden necklace with a golden heart, my golden red ruby small earrings and my golden bracelet at my right wrist. And in my hair two

Imprint

Publisher: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Publication Date: 10-14-2021
ISBN: 978-3-7487-9699-2

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Dedication:
After meeting Diana, Princess of Wales, on my island I met some high profile persons and I also met one when I was 3 and later I knew the real reason why Diana was on my island for a private visit shortly before she died.