We do not need words or sounds, to understand each other or to be understood. We communicate intuitively through our feeling and thinking. 

When they suggest great ideas to us, we perform for them. When we succeed, they enjoy through us. When we share our rewards with them, they multiply these rewards a thousand times for us. 

I believe that those, whom we call dead, and all of us living, are one body. And we should not harm or destroy each other. And the more we live in others, the less we fear to die. 

In addition to these discoveries, my experience in Monte Carlo led me to a world, where fantasy and reality look like inseparable twins. 

As I was walking down the stairs to the main deck, I saw three men with a very pleasant and a friendly look, all dressed in tuxedos, standing outside, at the entrance of the yacht. They were looking at me with patient eyes. 

The man, who appeared to be the leader of the three, stepped forward and said, “Hello Mrs. Roy, you have not met anyone of us before, but you should not be afraid of us. We have been trained by your husband in the art of abduction without injury.”

I was caught off guard by such an introduction. The man continued, speaking calmly, with the same monotone voice, and expressionless face, “We will be taking you to a place, very safely, and without any discomfort.” 

I responded to him very calmly and slowly, “I will go with you voluntarily, and only as your respected guest.”

I paused, and then emphasized, “I mean voluntarily, because you cannot, with all your training, force me to go. You know, I have had the same schooling, as you did.”  

I prayed that they would not call my bluff. It appeared, they bought it. Then, I asked with an authoritative voice, “When are we going?” And without waiting for the answer, added, “Your visit was unexpected, and, therefore, I have to make a change in my plans. I need to write a note to my daughter and leave it with the captain. It will take me a few minutes.”

The leader of the three, nodded in agreement. I gave a stern look at him, and continued with the same strong tone in my voice, “Please, make yourself comfortable at the bar, while I get ready. 

I made a commanding gesture, showing them towards the bar, which could be seen from the point where these men were standing. 

The leading man gave me a quick look, with a hint of non-cooperation. He seemed to be temporarily out of balance by my unexpected behaviour. He mumbled something and said, “Only two minutes.” 

All three of them carefully watched me passing by the main dining room, and then moving upstairs towards my bedroom with a big study attached to it.

Without any delay, I walked straight to a small writing desk by the window and quickly pulled out a sheet of paper from a decorative stationary, elegantly mounted to the right side of the desk.

With a ballpoint pen, neatly attached to the same stationary, I wrote, “My darling daughter, I have to go away to a meeting, which was unexpected. It is very important that I go. I love you very much. Ma.

P.S.
There is no need to worry. If I do not return today, do not concern your self. I will keep in touch with you.” 

I finished, quickly put my note in the envelope, went up to the bridge, and asked the captain to give my letter to Roma personally, as soon as she returns to the yacht. 

The captain looked a little disturbed. He bent towards me; then, with a noticeable concern in his voice, whispered, “I was watching everything from here and also through the security cameras. We have now a record of who these people are.”

The captain paused for a moment. Then, very politely, asked me, “Is there anything that I can do for you, Mrs. Roy?” 

I quietly answered, “No, thank you. I know where these people are coming from. I need to meet their superiors. As a matter of fact, I am looking forward to it. Only thing is, they do not know that.” 

Promptly, I went down the stairs, right to the bar, where the three men were impatiently waiting for me. 

Standing straight in front of them, I said in a firm and dignified manner, “Gentleman, it will be my honour to join you and meet with your superiors. Let us proceed. We do not have time to waste.” 

A very tall, athletically-built chauffeur, dressed in a spotless white uniform, came out from a black stretch limo. He bowed politely and opened the right back door for me; while the three men sat at the front seats. 

Through the haze of the night behind the windows, I saw the luscious trees and flowers, thriving along the roadside. It made me think that I was being driven south, towards the Italian border; but I was not sure. 

I was looking for road signs, but the limo turned away from the main road. I lost track of my whereabouts. And I did not know what to expect. 

I closed my eyes. To my surprise, the music of Rimsky Korsakov’s ‘Sheherezade’ began to play quietly in the background. 

I allowed myself to relax. And, listening to the music, I entered the magical world of a courageous Sheherezade, weaving her delightful tales for a thousand and one nights.