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If before, as Seneca told us, we were men, games of fate, today we continue to play games but fate now goes by the name of algorithm. Maktub! And that's how Maria came to mess up my already chaotic life. A postage, a tanned, a conversation, prosaic events that at first would have no major consequences. Two worlds that collide, collide, embrace, complete each other, if they will, if they wish ... But make no mistake, nobody is truly prepared for Mary! In fact, I felt like Oedipus being questioned by the Sphinx: "Deciphate me or I devote you." I'm still not sure what I like the most, deciphering it or being devoured by it. It is a storm that comes slowly and when you realize it has entered through all its pores, leaving you at the same time suffocated and ecstatic and wanting more, always more. Mary is a hunger that can not be satisfied! But who in the right mind can be satisfied with it?