Bar Mon'tblank - The power of an opportunity

“Never let others turn off your light. The only guarantee that you have of being happy is yourself.” In a crowded public transport terminal, a young woman goes from vehicle to vehicle, requesting that she be taken to a neighboring city. Because of her ungainly body and tangled hair … among other facades, at first glance, it shows that she is a homeless person. Insistently looks everywhere, nervous, as if she were looking for or escaping from someone.“Mr. please, you can take me until—”“I don’t carry strangers!” “Mrs. excuses me, do I need to arrive until—”“I regret it, I am hurried!”

Sara woke up feeling fortunate and grateful to life itself, so long ago that she felt neither peace nor tranquility. A whole long year to be more exact, from the moment she had to leave the orphanage when came of age, given that institution rules prevented her from continuing there. Even so, using her charm and with the help of her foster mother, managed to overcome obstacles until she turned 19 when finally said goodbye to the place that she called ‘home’ for more than 15 years.Outside the orphanage, things progressively got complicated, to the point of running out of money because of the difficulty of finding a job. Without experience and plunging more and more into poverty, she ended up wandering the streets, some days with more or less luck, others mired in absolute misery, but without losing faith. She knew that one day everything would change, everything would be better and just now, sensed that day

Being still a child and after losing his parents in a car accident, Carlos was under the care of who his nanny had been since he was born, his beloved Nonna. She took care of everything related to the house and became the only person in whom he had placed all his trust, but over the years, Nonna became ill and also had to leave this world, just when the young man was 17 years old. Since then, at least about 20 domestic women had entered and left their home, always with more laments than honors, because when they did not do their job well, according to Carlos, they ended up taking their belongings improperly.This increased the distrust that he already had, of everything and everyone, beginning to take care of his house himself, which to a certain extent, worked best.Years later, when he felt prepared for it, he decided to reopen Mon’tblank, a business he inherited from his par

Monday, the usual rest day of Mon’tblank. Sara decided to go out and buy some things, so she went to the mall. Yes, a mall. One of those places with which she had dreamed so much … of course, those of her town was not, even remotely, so large, luxurious and flashy, but in the same way, she dreamed every time she observed all those beautiful things displayed in the showcases of each store.Those wonderful places she saw so forbidden for her, and it wasn't that she was allowed to go for a walk in the orphanage, but at least once every quarter, when Mama Rosa was responsible for shopping for food, she always managed to include Sara on the list and take her too, was the only way she could see the world beyond those four walls she called home. The ones that, at the same time, made her feel imprisoned, excluded, segregated.And to think that she was there, and not as

On Tuesday, Sara got up very early, because she had to fulfill her part of the deal, she would live very happy in her small palace in exchange for keeping Carlos's house in perfect order and cleanliness. So, she went there and, as always, made coffee before starting her work.“Good morning, Sara.”Usually, he didn't eat breakfast, just had a cup of coffee while sitting down to review documents or just read the newspaper. At that moment his cell phone rang, but he just looked at the screen and, without answering, put the phone back in its place. Sara was curious that he did not want to answer that call, her curious mind all the options reviewed, from an unknown number to a harassing woman and, of course, the return of Caroline.The call was repeated a second occasion and for the third time, he had no choice but to answer, and although Sa