“How a man named Gayel Philwaki separates fact from fiction” is the episodic tale of a man who one day finds himself in a room he has never been in before, sitting opposite a man he has never met. Handed over a file labeled "Guy Vernes", Gayel is given the strange task of separating fact from fiction. Intrigued and curious, Gayel starts going through the file's documents, using his ability as a lawyer to fulfill the task. In each episode, Gayel starts by writing facts followed after by a related fictional story. This is another of his writings."

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It was Monday morning in The Shop. If it weren’t for the sunrays that entered the room with the heated passion of a lover at midnight, I’d think it was the break of day. However, the weird clock that Soup brought along from his trip to Caracas literally told me that it was ten thirty. It was late.

I was sagged in an armchair, looking around me in suppressed apathy; feeling terrible and I can’t remember having a drink last night. I just hated Mondays and I tried to skip it by working a 24-hour Sunday in compensation, but business seemed to go on and I needed some sleep.

Orka burst in the room with a cheerful vigor that contrasted the laziness of my start-up. “Hey, you all right?” he asked in the genuine tone that was his. “Sure…” my reply was a benevolent lie in response to his jovial state. He carried a pile of papers, which meant that I had to work. “Could you take a look at these for me, please? I just want to make sure that everything is ok before I close.” Orka was always awake, always on top of things, never seemed to spend a second of his life in irrelevancy and restraint; especially not on a Monday morning. I stood up and walked to the small fridge, dragging my fatigue through the dancing dust particles and the sunrays. “So did they accept your offer?” I asked him, kneeling down to grab a bottle of water. “Yeah, it went pretty smooth. They liked the work, I liked the place, we were ok on the main terms, now it’s just a matter of details.” His words, although spoken in a manner of formal moderation, contained a hint of triumph that explained his exhilarated mood. It was his way of announcing big news.

With the chilled plastic in my hand I walked back to the center of the room. “My man, congratu-fricking-lations!”, we hugged it out like two friends on the same payroll, “…of course I’ll take a look at it.” Orka was relieved; I could sense the subtle tension that he carried with him the last couple of days fade away. He finally got his first real exhibition, curated and all. It was a memorable moment in our shared history.

“Gay,” was the first word that Soup uttered as he entered The Shop, looking at us in amusement and mockery. He never showed up on a Monday morning, especially not before noon. “What’s going on here?” he continued. “This man is finally closing.” I answered pointing at Orka. “No way! Really?”, as if landing a perfect round with Street Fighter, Soup jumped up to greet us, “Finally! We’re doing this, baby! I knew this was going to happen,” the childish enthusiasm was drawn all over his features.

It wasn’t until the thrill of the moment settled that the unusual early presence of Soup in The Shop became apparent. He stood there surprisingly animated, wearing a cream knitted vest which resembled a cardigan from the seventies. It would have fitted unfashionably retro on anyone else but him. “I know what you guys are thinking,” he said, accurately reflecting our own thoughts, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have something to show you. It’s something special…”

To be continued.

Signed: Gayel Philwaki