I was done doing the study of Camille's body in pain. It was time to proceed with the next step. I backed up a little, obtaining a larger view of Camille. The room wasn't big enough to go as far as it was needed to get her whole body. I went as fas as possible, slowly, observing Camille through the lens.

She was truly hanging from her cross. Margot was curious about his fascination with the cross. The first time she brought it up was the very first time we were in bed together. After I met her in the disco boat floating over the Tisza river in Szeged, I invited her to join me at the staging of Jesus Christ Superstar. She knew about it, of course, as a matter of fact, she said, she was working there giving away the programs.

Margot came that evening to the Dom, where the rock opera was performed, started watching but we left early on, we went to where I was staying, at the school dorm where all the cast and crew of the rock opera was staying. I was part of the crew as a guest advisor. We went to the school, a few blocks from the Dom Ter

We went straight to bed. She was naked on top of me, I held her wrists together and held her up, almost hanging over my body. The rock opera was in full force and we could hear it clearly. Mary was singing, in Hungarian, "I don't know how to love him".

Margot, looking down, her body stretched over mine, as if floating over me. "I'm hanging like Christ" she said but in Italian, she didn't speak English then and we communicated in a mix of Italian and Spanish. "No", I said to her opening up her arms to form a cross. She was hanging over me, her arms wide open, Chrit like. "Now you are like Christ" I said. Our future together was sealed at that moment. Even if it took two years before we saw each other again.

Now Camille was hanging like Christ. Was our future being sealed as well? A lot happened between Margot and I since that time. A few days after our encounter I was going back to New York and she was going to Italy to study, she had a scholarship to study Italian Literature.

We took the train together from Szeged to Budapest and we parted ways. A day so painful that I could not stop crying. I was saying good bye to what I felt at that moment was the true love of my life. I was 35, she was 21, I was married, she was going to Italy to study surrounded by packs of horny, dark and handsome Italians, hungry for a beautiful, blond, blued eyed hungarian girl.

I was sure I was never going to see her again. I saw the train to Italy leave the Budapes station, she was waving from the window while her friends were urging me to join them. I was tempted. But no, I had to go back to New York, back to my work on the Haitian film, back to my kid, my wife and my yorkshire terrier.

Margot was downstairs now, doing who knows what, while listening Camille moan while hanging from her cross. Listening to the loud crashing sounds of the rod hitting Camille's skin. Margot knew the routine and was probably laughing inside. She knew me very well, as I knew her. When we met, after our love making in the school dorm in Szeged, we went back to the rock opera to join the cast and crew for the party after the show.

We were having dinner surrounded by the dancers, singers and musicians, some of whom were my friends, specially Peter, who I met in Cuba a year before, not dreaming that he would invite me to be part of the rock opera and thus change my life. During that dinner I had someone who could actually translate everything Margot had to say to me. I learned then that she was born on October 7. The same day I was born. We were soul twins.