The chosen of coffee

Madrid, 1950.

To whom it may concern...

Maybe now, you are a lucky one, a chosen one of destiny, maybe those occult secrets are true that say that what is for you, even if you reject it, will not disappear from your life, they are writings of the perfect universe and its architects, breathe and open your mind, innocence is linear, knowledge is power, he who does not know the history is condemned to repeat it.

This is an imperial watercolor portrait of Cayetana Del Castillo at 35 years of age, "The Great Lady of Coffee", famous mentalist who used the properties of this popular bean in her effective hypnosis therapies, her formula was never revealed or patented, she was tortured to death by a clan of evildoers who sought to commercialize her discoveries.

At first sight, I felt attraction, connection, as if the work was trying to speak to me, an enigma, perhaps this woman is part of my ancestors, I hung it in my living room, and as I sat on my couch every day, I felt supernatural energies, companionship, insatiable curiosity to decipher the secret of her eyes, is coffee the magic link to find the purpose of my life?

Discreetly I made many moves to evaluate this work, the papyrus test, the carbon 14, I could reach a dead end, but I could not stop looking, the impulse was stronger than me.

A specialist in languages, incited me to get in the black market a dictionary of paintings, it was forbidden material, I thought the man had lost his mind, it was when he explained to me that after the holocaust of the second world war, many specialists became even more entrenched in seeking to communicate with their peers in encrypted codes.

It was true, an incredible world to discover, the gradients, the details, the abstract lines had a message; "Your destiny is in the Coffee Plantation Hills" also known as Cuesta Mágica del Moncayo, Alicante, southeastern Spain.

If you found this letter, perhaps it was because of the need to know more, which induces you to contemplate this painting, I can only enlighten you to the right measure, it is time to listen to your inner self.

Andrés de la Cerna.

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Martha could not believe what she had just read, it explained exactly the feeling she had with this arcane work, maybe life was beginning to smile at her, it was the opportunity she was waiting for... A hidden treasure? a priceless work? a millionaire formula? she would get to the bottom by following the beating of her heart after her third cup of coffee.

He set off on a journey with the torn map, the place was full of optical illusions, it looked like the set of a work of fiction.

A ruined museum in the middle of nowhere, a master of ceremonies, a man in a perfectly overlapping suit with an artificial smile appeared, he told her: "You are early, we were waiting for you, you are one of the chosen ones, before receiving the reward you must write a letter of invitation to the hills about the work that brought you here".

Martha, mowed down by the thirst for power, wrote a testimony like the one she read, without first checking if she would really be lucky, she drank a cup of coffee and lost consciousness.

She woke up, she was behind bars under lock and key, her sight was blurred, but she could see the mysterious man varnishing a replica of the same work and hiding the new letter, Martha turned her eyes and saw an old man with shackles on his ankles, she immediately knew it was Andrés de la Cerna and it was all a trap to the bearer.

A new chapter of adventure, suspense and perhaps terror was about to be written.