Our story begins with Joanna and Juan watching the match between Argentina and Nigeria in the travel agency which in honor of its part owner is called "Warsaw Travels". It being Joanna who was rooting for an Argentine victory more for the sake of Juan than any real desire to see this nation which she had no connection with win. She being fascinated by seeing how intensely Juan lived the game.

The match between Argentina and Nigeria on that occasion however was not overly interesting or even exciting. As Argentina scored a goal relatively early in the match thanks to their veteran defender Heinze and held on to win by a score of 1-0 in what really was a lack luster performance from both teams. The highlight of the match coming when Argentina scored their only goal with both Joanna and Juan jumping out of their seats in a celebration which inspired Juan (always with his trusty Minolta at his side) to catch Joanna as she celebrated Argentina's goal.

A short fictional story inspired by a Spanish woman I met on one of the many social networks I belong to. It being her replies to the messages I sent her which gave me the idea for this story which is not based on what I know her life to be yet how I Imagine it could be or at least the sort of character she might play in a film.

There are many conditions that can bring about misery in human beings from those of abject poverty to incurable illnesses which go on and on for years, depriving the person in question of any joy or real hope though perhaps this always reminds. It being this factor which provides those who suffer, the will to carry on or perhaps more importantly; a reason for wanting to do so. As they see a light or a possibility that there in fact is an exit which will lead them out of their despair even if this but the end of life itself....

It was after the performance that we all sat down for coffee, during which it become plain to see that everyone wanted to talk to Gosia but what was strange was that they all wanted to do so for different reasons. First my mother wanted to congratulate her on her playing and to reassure her that she would be getting a lot of students and that she would surely recommend her to play at her friends' piano bars. Second was my father, who wanted to ask her if the next time she came over to the house she might...