The Countess

Where do I start… and telling you this story, so touching. So let’s see… I could start right from her, the Countess.

Cristina is a beautiful woman, with long golden hair and two large cerulean eyes, inside which she keeps all her history. Born and raised in an aristocratic family, she immediately lived in a particular dimension, made up of roles and rules to be respected.

Her heart is noble, much more than the title she bears, and she doesn’t want to submit to what is imposed on her to live on a false appearance. So she chooses to remain true to herself and from that moment on, the wrath of those who, on the other hand, would her only to be submissive or even worse, underground.

Her innocent soul is violated in all the most barbarous ways, demonstrating that not all that glitters is gold.

Anyone on her shoes would have given up. He would collapse… dead.

Instead she finds the strength and courage to re-emerge from that mud, which the blood of her blood has cruelly thrown on her.

“Sometimes the enemy lurks where you least expect it.”

“If you stop at appearances, you’ve lost from the start”

“Yes, perhaps the soul can be scarred by the wickedness of others, but there’s one thing that no one can take away from you, if you don’t let them: your dignity.”

When I look at Cristina, after reading her autobiographical book “Aristocrap”, (I have to admit it touched me deeply) I see her dignity winning over everything, but most of all I see her soul that still glitters… much more than gold.