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When Juliana was about to die in a helicopter crash, she realized what was really important in life: LOVE

Submitted: May 14, 2018

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Submitted: May 14, 2018



Juliana felt the caress of the breeze on her skin. By interval, she opened her eyes to contemplate the skyline which unveiled fields of miniscule crystals reflecting the sunbeams on the surface of the ocean.

The white sand danced within the turquoise waves. Ellis reached her hand, and delicately put it in his palm. They savoured the view from the terrace of the presidential villa, comfortably installed under the parasols next to the swimming pool. It was a splendid afternoon in Fregate Island, one of the pearls of the Seychelles.

Neither of them thought that one day they would spend holidays together as husband and wife.  When Ellis kissed Juliana, the sweetness of her tongue was a leaf floating in the air.

They were in harmony with the elements.


While still relaxing, Juliana replayed in her mind the events that sealed the love they shared. 

The images kept coming like a train running at full speed.

It was almost exactly two years ago, they were trapped inside the helicopter which was sinking in the lake next to Alexandra palace in London. The suffocating smell of the kerosene mixed with the burning plastics, the terrible smoke, the chaos, and finally the coma began to remove the last bits of hope.

She was lost in the haze of her torment.  Suddenly, from the core of her being, a sequence of light opened a way in the shadow of the mystery.


In her descent, the first vision which arose was Ellis' face shouting to come back among us. When she thought she was about to die, it was strange what her soul chose to remember. A delicious cupcake with pink cream on the top was what came second after Ellis' voice.

She was with Susan her best friend in her favourite New York café near the metropolitan museum observing from time to time people walking on Fifth Avenue. ‘Maybe I don't need a man in my life; I'm good for nobody,' said Juliana sighing.

'You are just a great romantic' replied Susan smiling.

The sound of the groups of people around them comforted her.  They were drinking teas and coffees from all around the world in a ballet of scents. 


Now, she was fighting to survive in a fuselage of a chopper.

A total darkness expanded along her horizon.



Suddenly, she heard Maya her grandmother saying to come to the table because the feijoda was ready.

She was six years old with Nelson her father, Cathy her mother and Tom her brother visiting Maya in Rio de Janeiro for the summer holidays. The first time she arrived in Brazil, she felt at home, like if she knew the place in a previous existence. The different greens of the lush vegetation particularly impressed her.


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