The morning light was seeping through the window curtain when I woke up; that I looked around from the ceiling to the walls. I'm sure that I was on my bed and I saw some hospital equipment. My head still spinning but I stood up, walked slowly, opened the door, and sat in front of the door outside. I cannot tackle myself to walk alone."Anybody there!" I shouted that a male nurse came running towards me."Sir, why you don't call me first," the nurse said."Where's Edward?""I'll call him sir right away."The male nurse dialed a number on his cell phone," Sir Edward, the patient wants to talk to you. Can you come over here now?""Sir Edward's coming now...sir?""Okay, take me to the garden now.""Yes sir.""And don't forget to serve an orange juice...and the daily newspaper.""Alright sir got it. Want a wheel chair?""No, just help me...walk...""Okay sir, come."As we walked near the garden, I felt the sun's rays warming my skin and flesh. An invigorating freshness, after an emotional
In Dubai City, United Arab Emirates, I continued my successful business endeavors through which I molded my empire and siblings to the coming years of their lives. Beneath the success, I felt something was within my reach but cannot decipher what it was that in-store for me. The rigors of my undaunted dedication of growing made me continuously search for excitement and challenges in life. I never gave up hope even in the midst of my age; to help my children’s future. Looking at the glass wall of one of the famous buildings in Dubai where I viewed the city as the most modern metropolis in the world. “This is where I started with my dreams, really Dubai is the City of Dreams,” I thought. I fingered my modern-diamond-encrusted mobile phone, looked at it with excitement, and dial a number,“Okay, meet me at the Gold Souk in Deira, ten in the morning. I’m wearing blue jeans, a royal blue T-shirt, a black bull cap and a black men’s shoulder bag. Bye.” I returned the mobile phone to its cas
It was really a phenomenal adventure when dealing with this kind of journey. Even before, I thought that life in other cities were bound by the creation of non-sense people who divulged their lives in such a rubbish endeavor. Nonetheless, with my eager mind, I continued living as if I’m trying to find something that can booster my inner self. Instantly, this travel motivated me to gain access to the unknown. Really depressing but with my constant searching of the unknown I found it very refreshing.I could constantly receive enormous answers to why these people wanted to capture my senses, in a way that I could not fathom why I am doing this crazy thing. Since my way of dealing with people especially Americans conformed to my standard of knowing something different from my usual lifestyle. It’s not merely just to deal with them, but to encourage myself to know more about them.I knew where I stand because I am famous and a Billionaire...and getting bored without excitement.My past e
The route going to the Farm seemed a lifetime journey. The long road conspired with my thoughts to go on even though I knew from the start that this endeavor may or may not be of great help to me or Oliver. The excitement deep within me showed upon my movements inside the vehicle driven by Mr. Buckwell who gave us the brochure of Camp Peary.Camp Peary is an approximately 9,000-acre military reservation in York County near Williamsburg, Virginia. Officially referred to as Armed Forces Experimental Training Activity (AFETA) under the auspices of the Department of Defense, Camp Peary is widely believed to host the covert CIA training facility known as “The Farm,” a training facility for the Central Intelligence Agency, although this has never been formally acknowledged by the U.S. government. The portion of the original World War II Seabee base which is north of Interstate 64 has remained closed to the public since 1951. However, the roads and many structures of Magruder and Bigler’s Mi
Being real with people is the most effective way of gaining their trust. If they spot a fake, you’ve lost all hope and it’s time to move along to another mark. A fake interest is something like “oh neat” or “that sounds cool” (it’s ok to say these types of things but don’t repeat them over and over). It’s always important to interject with relativity “so that’s kind of like…” or “that reminds me of…” “is that related to…” things like this, making associations, connecting ideas. This keeps the conversation going. Never ever say “that’s weird” “I’ve never heard of that before” or anything that has to potential to shut down the flow of a conversation and lead to awkwardness or silence.Once contact and trust are established, it’s time to start planning ahead and execute with the best of your knowledge and skills. Always find options for what you’re doing. And, lastly, as what I’ve learned which stick on my mind, “Don’t get caught.”We’ve been transported back to our hotel suite after a m
The restaurants are also meeting places for North Korean intelligence officers and North Korean agents. Officials, businessmen, and overseas workers also frequent the restaurants to recruit targets for foreign intelligence services, including the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), China's Ministry of State Security, and South Korea's National Intelligence Service, as well as other spy agencies.Around 7 in the evening, Oliver and I went to the Chinese Restaurant on top of Al Guhrair Center as scheduled. I told Oliver to go inside the restaurant alone, and I waited at the mezzanine floor where I purchased a cup of espresso coffee. Five minutes had passed, I received a call from Oliver telling me to come up, but I told him to change the meeting place that they should come down at the mezzanine floor."Okay Marco, I'll tell her. Wait for us at the coffee shop."I waited for almost 10 minutes when they appeared suddenly in front of me."Marc...hurry...come...quick...!" I stood up quickly,
Marco Fernando Jr. sat in seat 4b looking out the window of the plane, watching it taxi down the NAIA runway. He couldn't believe that after two years of being away from their house that he would be coming back from Shanghai, China. He smiled and sat in his chair and lowered the belt attached to it. “Oh My Dear Philippines!” A few hours after the plane landed at noon he allowed himself to choose blue jean shorts and a white polo t-shirt, a pair of rust-brown men's sandals that he got from a shopping SM mall were on his feet. He wiggled his toes out of the sandals and looked down at his laptop. He plays a chess game on the internet. It was his turn. He checked exactly where he could move a pawn, just so he could enter his opponent's domain. After some decisive thought, he moved his pawn to the right of the third chess piece on the board. Marco Fernando Jr. went home to Bacoor City, Cavite where his mother's house is, near Molino Boulevard. Marco Junior walked up to his old house, l
Marco Fernando Junior lay in bed, thinking about all the things he had endured in the past two years. The passing of his mother, his own child was born and then also left this world, also passed away, painful. He remembered that he could not close his eyes at night during the first three months he was away in Cavite. Guilt, anger, pain and frustration were able to claim him during those times. In the ninth month, he felt the emotions go away one by one, until finally, he started working again, left the house where Norman and Anne were and got a home of his own.Two weeks after moving in Manila, he was going through his things and found a few things that Hershey had given him over the years. These items of memorabilia, held tightly to his heart, reminding him of a sentence he had written on his heart saying that he would come back one day for her. Although he wanted to go back, he wasn't sure if he wanted to see her or not. After deliberating his heart and mind, he bought a plane ticke