Being Villa: Spanish-American Draw

A Story by Abishai100

A wily man of modern diamonds travels to Spain with his darling Esmerelda and starts thinking about 'transformed' delight.

A fun Euro-daydream about a man looking to 'transform' his complex life and finding the humility of divinity. Thanks so much for reading,

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Valencia (Spain) is the home of great Euro-fare and tourism and culture. It's also the home of a well-known Spanish soccer superstar named Villa who now plays for the area's Spanish club-soccer team.

I'm a Villa/Valencia/Spain soccer fan and took my wife Esmerelda there for a getaway to enjoy Valencia club games. Villa was awesome! He's a real talent. Now, I'm thinking I want to 'transform' into Villa for my wife Esmerelda. Can I do it?

Instead, I do my own regular secret underground work, infiltrating Euro-banks with terrorism-financing blood-diamonds to subvert the modern spheres constructed by corrupt Euro-barons like Goldfinger. I march into one such Spanish bank costumed as the bank-robber known as 'Thespian' to lift Goldfinger's blood-diamonds with a nifty copycat trick in which I simply 'mimic' the theft of a previous European thief who stole from Goldfinger, using water-guns filled with acid, so perhaps the Spanish media might think I'm the very-same thief with some strange overall Goldfinger 'routine' designed to reveal the evil baron as a buffoon! The press calls me the "Thespian Copycat" and Goldfinger a targeted terrorist! This is my 'normal' life you see.

The bank in Spain which housed the Goldfinger blood-diamonds is quite nice, and I take some photos of it before I walk out of there with the baron's blood-diamonds, $20 million worth of African-European gems, mined in Sierra Leone.

I then take my wife Esmerelda to a Villa/Valencia soccer-game and try to live out the other half of my European life, my peaceful non-political daydream. Nothing to do with anti-terrorism, right? This part of my Spanish trip involves me watching the soccer game and daydreaming about 'transforming' into Villa himself!

That night, I have a lucid dream in which I imagine while I'm sleeping and dreaming that I've become Villa of Valencia/Spain! I'm the soccer star now. I celebrate as we grab the 2010 World Cup trophy, and I then take my wife Esmerelda out to dance. This is a much nicer dream now.

Villa had appeared in magazine spreads describing his 'double-life' as a soccer superstar and family-man in Spain. I too have a double-life, but how will I 'blend' these two halves of me with this newfound Villa fantasy in Europe? What will I tell Esmerelda?

I take Esmerelda to a Spanish restaurant and tell her my strange dream, and she explains to me it must mean that I want to escape my previous life as some kind of gov't-infiltration 'officer' of diamonds (anti-terrorism!). I realize she's right and that I do not need to 'transform' into Villa the Spanish soccer giant and simply enjoy that Spanish meal with Esmerelda.

I dress up as Zorro, attend a Spanish dance presentation, and collect hundreds of Spanish post-cards for an American travel-mosaic I'll make later when I return home with Esmerelda, and I tell myself, "I've learned something here about the quality of identity...and daydreams."