At 45, I had lost everything I had. My husband betrayed me with my best friend, my boss fired me, and I spent all my remaining strength crying on the bathroom floor. That’s when I bought a one-way ticket to Argentina. The countless challenges changed my life forever.
Sitting on the cold wooden floor of my empty apartment, I felt like my whole world was crumbling.
How could everything go so wrong?
Everything I had so carefully built over the years had collapsed in an instant: my job, my friends, but most painfully, the man I loved. He had betrayed me.
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How could he? How could my best friend do this to me? Have all these years been in vain, empty?
They laughed behind my back, and I didn’t notice anything…
My mind couldn’t cope with the pain, the betrayal. A dark and terrifying divorce process loomed before me, like a cloud about to burst into rain.
All those savings I had saved for our future were now going to be used to pay for lawyers, court fees, and the division of property.
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How could this have happened? How did I end up here, in this void, alone, with no plans for the future?
Tears welled up in my throat, but I didn’t even have the strength to cry. I was too tired, too exhausted to resist the wave of despair crashing down on me from all sides.
All my dreams, all my plans – they were simply reduced to dust.
And now what happens? Is there any point in fighting?
Suddenly, the ringing of the phone pulled me from these heavy thoughts.
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“Hello, Sophia,” my lawyer’s voice said, clear and unemotional. “I’ve reviewed your file, and we need to discuss some important details.”
The words washed over me, as if he were speaking another language.
What do they all want from me? To fight? Why?
I felt a strange feeling growing inside me – a desire to run away, to disappear.
“Sophia, can you hear me?” My lawyer’s voice brought me back to reality.
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“Yes, I’m listening,” I said, but I didn’t want to talk about anything anymore. “Mark,” I interrupted, “I don’t want to know any more about this. He can take what he wants. I don’t care.”
I could almost hear him sigh on the other end of the line, realizing there was no point in arguing with me.
“Okay, I’ll take care of it,” he finally replied.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I hung up.
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What to do now?
I couldn’t stay here, in this dead space filled with ghosts of the past. I opened my laptop and started looking for tickets.
Argentina. Far from here. Very far away.
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Without hesitation, I clicked the button and bought a one-way ticket. I didn’t know what awaited me there. But something told me it was exactly what I needed.
I had to disappear.
***
As soon as I arrived in Argentina, I headed for the shore, drawn by the sound of the waves. I sat down, my suitcase beside me, and stared at the endless horizon.
I closed my eyes, letting the sound of the ocean calm my racing thoughts.
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What to do now? Where was I supposed to go from here?
Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the sand. I opened my eyes and saw a woman approaching me. She had a warm smile and kind eyes.
“Hola,” she greeted, her voice soft. “Are you okay?”
I hesitated, then found myself starting to speak.
“I’m… I don’t know. I just got here. I’m not really sure what I’m doing.”
She introduced herself as Violetta and sat next to me, listening as I told her everything.
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She didn’t interrupt me, she just nodded and listened, and in a way, it felt good to let it all out.
When I was finished, she offered me something I wasn’t expecting.
“You can stay with me for a while,” she said, her voice full of kindness. “Until you find a solution.”
I looked at her, surprised by the generosity of a stranger.
“THANKS.”
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***
Over the next few days, Violetta was incredibly helpful, showing me around and helping me settle into my new life. With her help, I found a job at a small beach bar nearby.
The job was simple: serving drinks and clearing tables. But it kept my mind occupied, which was exactly what I needed.
One evening, after a long day at work, I was wiping down the bar when I noticed Martín, one of the regulars, lingering nearby.
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He had a warm, friendly smile that made him instantly likable. He approached me with the same ease I had come to recognize.
“Hey, Sophia,” he said, leaning casually on the bar. “You’re doing a great job. Everyone’s talking about how quickly you settled in.”
I smiled, feeling a little proud. “Thanks, Martin. It’s a good distraction, you know?”
“Sometimes that’s all you need.”
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We remained in comfortable silence for a moment, listening to the waves in the distance. Then, Martín’s eyes lit up as if he had just thought of something.
“Have you ever tried tango?” he asked.
“Tango? No, I’ve never tried it. I’m not a great dancer, honestly.”
“Well, you’re in Argentina now, so you have to try it at least once. How about I teach you? Here and now.”
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I hesitated, feeling a little shy. “I’m not sure I’m good at this.”
He brushed my concern aside.
“Don’t worry! It’s not about being good! It’s about feeling the music, letting go, and having fun. Come on, it’ll just be us.”
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His enthusiasm was contagious, and before I knew it, I was nodding in agreement.
“Okay, let’s go.”
Martín led me to a small clearing just outside the bar, where the sand met the sidewalk. The evening was warm, the sky painted in shades of pink and orange as the sun set over the ocean.
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“Okay, first things first,” he said, gently taking my hand. “Relax and follow me. Tango is about connection, so feel the rhythm and trust me.”
He began moving slowly, guiding me through the basic steps. His hand was steady on my back.
“See? You’re doing very well.”
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“Actually, it’s… fun.”
Martin laughs, spins me around gently before bringing me back inside. “I told you! And you’re a natural.”
As I caught my breath, my eyes wandered to the bar, and that’s when I saw her. Violetta was standing in the doorway, watching us.
She looked… cold, almost disapproving.
It was the first time I’d seen her so unsympathetic, and it made me shudder. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone wrong.
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***
The days I spent in Argentina felt like a step towards healing.
The rhythm of the tango, the warmth of the sun, and the simple routine of work helped me feel that life was slowly coming back to me.
However, something else began to change.
Violetta, who had been so kind and welcoming when I arrived, began to change. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I felt a growing distance between us.
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One evening, I came home late. But as I approached the house, I noticed something that made me swoon: my things were scattered in front of the door.
I knocked, hoping for a mistake. But when Violetta opened the door, her expression was icy.
“You have to go,” she said without any explanation.
“Violetta, what’s going on? Why are you doing this?”
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“I saw how you behaved with Martin. I can’t have you here anymore.”
The realization hit me like a punch in the gut. She saw me as a rival, someone who could distract Martín.
Without another word, she closed the door.
I spent that night on the beach, the waves gently crashing in the background as I lay on the sand, feeling the familiar sting of betrayal.
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First my husband, now Violetta. It seemed I was destined to be abandoned by those I trusted.
The next morning, I went to the bar, hoping to find some solace in work, but the manager told me my services were no longer needed.
I felt like my world was crashing down again.
Having no other options, I knew I had to completely let go of the past.
I gathered all my jewelry and designer dresses—the last vestiges of my old life—and took them to the local market. By selling them, I earned enough money to start over.
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With the money I earned, I rented a small plot of land from an old man on the other side of the island. I wanted to be as far away as possible from Martín, from the bar, from everything that reminded me of my recent pain.
As I handed the money to the old man, he studied me thoughtfully.
“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”
“Yes, that’s true. That’s why I’m here. I just want to start fresh, away from everything.”
He smiled and nodded as if he already knew my story.
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“This land will give you what you need, but you have to give it something in return. It’s not just about planting crops, it’s about planting yourself and letting your roots grow deep. Are you ready for that?”
I looked around the small plot of land. There were no distractions, no memories of what had been. There was only a blank canvas.
The old man beckoned me to follow him. We walked across the field, and he pointed out different spots where the soil was rich and the sun hit just right.
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“Here,” he said, stopping near a huge shaded area.
“This is where you will meditate. It is important to find calm, to listen to the earth and to yourself.”
I frowned slightly, not being used to such concepts.
“Meditate? I’ve never really done that before.”
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He chuckled, a sound like rustling leaves.
“It’s not about doing it right or wrong. It’s about being present. Sit here every day, close your eyes, and breathe. Let go of your thoughts and worries. You’ll find that the answers you seek are already within you.”
“Do you think this will help me? I mean, after all…”
The old man turns to me.
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“You’ve been uprooted, yes, but that doesn’t mean you can’t grow back. Trust in yourself, in this land. It will heal you, just as you take care of it.”
“I’ll try.”
The old man nods, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “That’s all you have to do. Just try. The rest will come with time.”
As I began to work the land, following his guidance, I began to find a certain peace in the routine. Each day, I spent time meditating in the shady spot he had shown me, allowing calm to settle in my soul.
But that peace was shattered far too soon.
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***
The old man fell ill quite suddenly. His strength, which once seemed unshakeable, began to fade before my eyes.
I spent many hours by his side, holding his hand and offering him what comfort I could. But deep down, I knew his time was approaching.
One evening, as the sun was setting over the horizon, he called my name. His voice was weak.
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“Sophia, I have something for you.”
He handed me a letter, his hand trembling slightly.
“Read this after I leave. It’s my last gift to you.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat. “For everything.”
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He gave me a small, tired smile.
“You’ve given me more than you know,” he replied, gently squeezing my hand. “Now it’s time for you to continue the journey alone.”
That night, he passed away peacefully in his sleep. The loss hit me hard, leaving a void.
After the funeral, I sat in the quiet of my little house, holding the letter he had given me.
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The letter was brief, but each word carried the weight of its wisdom.
“You are ready not only to receive knowledge and wisdom, but also to pass them on to others. Remember the old legend of our people: The soul, like a seed, blooms only when it is watered with love and faith. True happiness comes when you are willing to plant that seed in someone else’s soil and watch it grow.”
It was a call to live, truly live, with an open heart.
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***
As dawn approached, I woke with a strange but powerful feeling that I had to do something important. It was a call from my heart that I couldn’t ignore. I walked to the ocean, the place I shared with Martin.
When I reached the shore, I saw Martin standing there, his silhouette outlined in the first rays of the sun.
We didn’t exchange a single word. It wasn’t necessary.
We just stood there, staring at each other, connected by an unspoken understanding.
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Then, without thinking, we started dancing. The rhythm of the waves became our music, the soft sand beneath our feet on the dance floor.
As the sun rose, I felt a deep sense of peace, one that was not tied to anyone else’s approval or expectations.
I was no longer afraid of being judged or making others uncomfortable. This inner calm opened a new path before me, a path on which I could move forward without hesitation or fear.
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