With new technologies on his side, Samuel Drake could enter slowly in the world of websites, blogs, watch videos. Soon had plagued the browser with pages favorites, the half pornographic, half cultural.
Ignorance and little care had done filled his computer with tons of virus, which forced him to look for Nathan, ask for help, and see, funny, the disgust of his brother to inquire into the virtual world that he concurred.
Fortunately, gradually he learned. He knew what not to do, where not enter, what to say and what not, as avoid sites webs malicious.
And as his life it was based on stages, he was in the time to look much soft porn video and visit pages dedicated to ancient architecture. At the same time.
Knowing the last, Elena recommended him a blog of an friend, an architect who used her spare time to dissect in details and ideas of architecture Norman, Gothic, Renaissance and Baroque.
Soon he became immersed in "Stained Glass and Arch" from one such Aliza Amily a blog extremely extensive, detailed, beautifully decorated, well maintained and with minutiae from those architectural genres, narrated an almost lyrical softness, with specific concepts and fantastic metaphors who ripped him the pornographic world for weeks.
Sometimes he was reading, into the night, in his small apartment, with the lights off and a bottle of whiskey romantically placed next to his vices smoke.
And then he lay on his bed, thinking about what he had read, the things he had discovered, and a new desire to meet the author. He longed to sit who was it was, to talk about exactly that.
No.
No, was the short and terse word he left Elena. No, was the answer to if she could give him her phone number to talk with Aliza Amily.
- ¿What is the problem?- He followed her around the house- I will not sell her drugs.
- No, Sam, no- She walked with a basket of laundry.
- ¿Why not? ¿Is she too young? ¿Is she too old? ¿What?
- It's too much… different- She looked him one second- You could not with her. It would be the worst thing that could happen.
- ¿What is the problem? It's me.
- Exactly, it's you. And Aliza is all, but contrary to you.
- But…
- The answer is still no. Sorry Sam...
Samuel ran home, a little angry by the negative attitude of her sister in law. He smoked in the dining room, with smoke filled to the ceiling, and his computer on.
He was a maniac about things like that. He hated not knowing something and he hated when someone denied that something.
The author of the blog had greatly interested him for his knowledge on the subject. It was very rare to find an architect expert in these types of constructions, which left the basic idea to copying the column angles. She was an analyst. She sought the why, romantic from each curve of a dome, the why dismal to the Gothic corners. She considered that the constructions were large pieces of art, and as such, they should have their hidden metaphor.
And he had never seen that in anyone. He had never seen such physical fascination, so carefully. That filled him with curiosity. Should talk to her, he should hear her theories, he should see the eyes that were reviewing the walls of the churches.
But he had no way to convince Fisher. She did not tell her nothing more than "No", or why.
Even worse, the blog is not updated. There used to be a new entry every two days, and extensive analysis once a week, but after four days, there was nothing new. For a moment, he worried that something had happened to her. If Aliza was a fan of that, it should not be normal for her missing.
- ¿What?- Elena looked at him.
- That ¿Aliza is okay?- He asked again, worried.
- Yes ¿But why you ask that?
- She has not written anything in four days, I do not know, maybe she feel bad or something.
- Samuel- She stopped him- Stop. I do not know why you've obsessed, but it is not healthy.
- You give me her phone number ¿You want? So I stop obsessing.
- ¡No!
- Seriously, I want to talk to her, please... I do not care as she is, but I've never seen anyone with such passion.
- No. Precisely. No.
Drake was almost angry. He had met someone medium with the same mentality, and she denied as he had been denied his freedom years ago.