Reading on a Train

If anybody had seen me, they would have just thought about me as a young woman reading on a train. Nothing unusual. However, I was not just killing time by passing through the pages of a book. Actually, I was reading my grandmother’s diary. And what I read was so astounding, that I had to make an effort to keep hold of myself.

Now, to make things clear, don’t think of my granny as an old lady with white hair. I’m twenty, and my mom had me when she was 23, which means she was born in 1980. My grandmother gave birth to my mom when she was 30. So, that means that she was born in 1950, and you should imagine her as a gorgeous 70s blonde, if you want to understand the story I’m about to tell.

My grandmother recently passed away, and my mom and I went to her house to take care of everything. We disposed of a lot of stuff, and we kept some things with emotional value. While we were going through all my granny’s belongings, I found her private diary. I didn’t say anything to my mother, because she would have made me throw it away. But I came back the following weekend to retrieve it and read it on the train back home.

Wow! I mean, my granny was not what you’d call a modest girl. It turns out that she was a groupie of a famous 70s group, with whose vocalist she got to share the bed. She also earned some money as an exotic dancer. And—this is the most amazing part—she spent a year traveling all over the world with a millionaire and playing bottom for his Shibari scenes on crazy nights that would make the Marquis de Sade blush!

At the end of this confessional diary, there was a message: “To whomever reads this, live life, enjoy, love. Do not create more obstacles for your happiness than the ones outside of you. You have only one chance. Don’t waste it.”

This is the Shibari storyof what I unexpectedly found out reading on a train.