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You are about to read the most beautiful love story ever. It is the story of Javi and Alia.
On February 16th, 2010, Javi was finishing his bicycle tour across the American West. However, this time he thought he could take a break from his bicycle and just hitchhike a ride. He could have never imagined he would stay that night at Alia's home. The next morning he prepared a Spanish tortilla for breakfast, and Alia fell in love with him. Yet, after breakfast, Alia left for school that morning, thinking she would not see the strange biker again. Javi, however, thought he would leave his contact information in a Thank-You note, before taking off to continue his ride towards Helena, MT.
When he finally made it to Helena a few days later, he saw Alia had written him on Facebook. Thus, as he was passing through Missoula again on his way back from Helena, he thought he would call his new friends and ask if he could stay with them again. Alia said he could; but, in exchange, the next morning Javi would have to cook breakfast for them. He could not be happier that they had enjoyed his Spanish tortilla.
They really enjoyed their little party the next morning. We had such a good time cooking, chatting, joking... that Javi almost forgot, or so he wished, he had to leave. He hated the thought, but he did not want to overstay his welcome. Actually nobody seemed to be happy to see him go. In fact, it felt to Javi that Alia looked rather sad. The whole situation was absurd: it was almost sunset, nobody could understand why he was leaving that late, Javi knew that if he left he would never see Alia ever again. However, as courageous as everybody thought he was, he was not able to gather enough courage to ask, if he could just stay one more night. He so took off and, with each pedaled, as he was slowly leaving town, he could not stop mortifying himself for not having said anything. He was not going to see Alia ever again! He was completely immersed in thoughts. His head was boiling. He kept racking his brain over some excuse he could use to come back. He was completely absorbed in thoughts. His head down. His eyes stuck on the ground. All of a sudden, his bike crashed!! There was a pick-up truck sitting on the shoulder lane and Javi had totally run into it. He was ecstatic, he had found the excuse he had been looking for since the moment he left!
Javi and Alia married three months later in Missoula. It was the beginning of six wonderful years of marriage, playing and working, traveling all over and meeting all sorts of people everywhere: Latin America, Europe, Africa! However, not everybody was happy: Alia's mother hated that Javi had stolen her baby. Throughout the six years of marriage she kept whispering into Alia's ears, that she deserved so much more than a half-blind guy. Alia's love was strong; but, little by little, she kept giving in. On February 19th 2016, exactly ten years from this writing, Alia disappeared in the morning from the workshop, where Javi and Alia had been staying during their visit to Cape Town. When she returned at sunset, she told Javi she "was going to leave him, because she was tired of dragging him around the supermarkets". In reality, however, Alia had fallen foolishly in love with the cassanova asshole Land Rover mechanic, who had been helping them with their car. He certainly only wanted to feed his macho ego and Alia immediately broke down, when she came to grips with what she had done. Alia felt like dying, tried to commit suicide and flew immediately back home to Montana.
