You are about to read the most beautiful love story ever. It is the story of Alia and Javi.
On February 16th, 2010, Javi was finishing his bicycle tour across the American West. However, this time he thought he could take a break from his bicycle and just hitchhike a ride. He could have never imagined he would stay that night at Alia's home in Missoula, MT. The next morning he prepared a Spanish tortilla for breakfast, and Alia fell in love with him. Yet, after breakfast, Alia left for school that morning, totally convinced she would not see the strange biker again. Javi, however, felt it would be a good idea to leave his contact information in a Thank-You note, before taking off to continue his ride towards Helena, MT.
When he finally made it to his destination a few days later, he saw Alia had written him on Facebook. Thus, as he was passing through Missoula again on his way back from Helena, he thought he would call his new friends and ask if he could stay with them again. Alia said he could; but, in return, the next morning Javi would have to cook breakfast for them. He could not be happier that they had enjoyed his Spanish tortilla.
They really enjoyed their little party the next morning. They had such a good time cooking, chatting, joking... that Javi almost forgot - or so he wished he had - that he had to leave. He hated the thought, but he did not want to overstay his welcome. Actually nobody seemed to be happy to see him go. In fact, it felt to Javi that Alia looked rather sad. The whole situation was absurd: it was almost sunset, nobody could understand why he was leaving that late, Javi knew that if he left he would never see Alia ever again. However, as courageous as everybody thought he was, he was not able to gather enough courage to ask, if he could just stay one more night. He so took off and, with each pedaled, as he was slowly leaving town, he could not stop mortifying himself for not having said anything. He was not going to see Alia ever again! He was completely immersed in thoughts. His head was boiling. He kept racking his brain over some excuse he could use to come back. He was completely absorbed in thoughts. His head down. His eyes stuck on the ground. All of a sudden, his bike crashed!! There was a pick-up truck sitting on the shoulder lane and Javi had totally run into it. He was ecstatic, he had found the excuse he had been looking for since the moment he left!
Javi and Alia married three months later in Missoula. It was the beginning of six wonderful years of marriage, playing and working, traveling all over and meeting all sorts of people everywhere: Latin America, Europe, Africa! However, not everybody was happy: Alia was her mother's only child and she hated that Javi had stolen her baby. Throughout the six years of marriage she kept whispering into Alia's ears, that she deserved so much more than a half-blind guy. Alia's love was strong; but, little by little, she kept giving in. Early in the morning of February 19th 2016, exactly ten years from this writing, Alia disappeared from the workshop, where Javi and Alia had been staying during their visit to Cape Town. When she returned at sunset, she told Javi she "was going to leave him, because she was tired of dragging him around the supermarkets". In reality, however, Alia had - as foolishly as helplessly - fallen in love with the cassanova asshole Land Rover mechanic, who had been helping them with their car. He had spent the previous weeks likewise whispering into Alia's ears that she deserved so much more than a half-blind guy; but certainly all what he cared for was to feed his macho ego,conquering a blond, blue-eyed, white young "American Señorita". Once the charade became self-evident, Alia completely broke down. Alia felt like dying, tried to commit suicide and flew immediately back to Montana, where she was diagnosed Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Back home Alia's mother could not be happier to have her baby back, and did not waste a minute to start poisoning her against Javi. It was not going to be difficult: It was too hurtful for Alia to take responsibility for deadly injuring her marriage, and she really needed a more accommodating narrative. It had all been Javi's fault. He would not be able to see or talk with Alia again. Almost three years after they separated in CapeTown, Alia requested an order of protection against him and filed for divorce. Javi did not want to see their love end, shredding each other to pieces in court and so refused to hire a lawyer. He paid a hefty price for his romanticism: he got shredded to pieces by the courts. When all had been said and done, he had lost everything: he lost the little precious eye-sight he had been born with; he lost his love; he lost his belongings.
Javi, however, never gave up. It had always been clear to him what had happend to Alia. He knew better than anybody else, how amazing their journey across Africa had been, how happy they were, how much they loved each other all until they met the cassanova asshole in Cape Town. It had been long clear to him, that some people could not stand it to see them so in love and happy. He knew Alia had been manipulated against him. He would not stop fighting to have his voice heard. What they had done to him should not happen to anybody ever again. Everybody should know what the System does to those, who choose happiness over money. He realized the best strategy would be to make a fantastic scientific achievement, so that everybody would want to listen to him. He therefore spent the following years fully focused on his neuroscientific Ph.D. research. Have you ever wondered how does the mind work? How does learning take place?, how do ideas get generated?, how is reasoning conducted?, how does our sense of consciousness emerge? Now, you can finally find out from Javi's first ever
scientific model of the brain. However, perhaps, you will first want to read Alia and Javi's love story...
This is Alia and Javi's "Vamos Travel" old travel blog. Alia started it in 2013, some months after their return from their travels across Central America and Europe between 2010 and 2012. They had just decided they will go to Africa for a big last adventure before getting serious in life. They felt the blog would be an excellent channel to share their experiences and all what they had learned throughout their travels. Little did they know, however, soon all their dreams would be shattered in Cape Town, and the blog would eventually serve as testimony for all what happened. If you like the story, please, share it with the people you love. What they did to Alia and Javi should not happen ever again. Everybody should know what the System does to those, who choose happiness over money. Humankind needs to break free from its bondage to money. If you have any comment, please, share it as well.
