The Punta del Este Society and the Old Top Table stolen by Sarachaga

Where I’m go to live to Punta del Este, Giuria the maid don’t stop to invited me meet the local social life, all time with Hugo Arias. How by hazard the house beside of mine was for The Balquier Casares owner, the same family from the Jorge Blaquier Casares gay who coming to pervert me when I’m teenager. In an future entry dedicated to the Frias Ayerza sisters I go to speak about other House at the same building where the mother of the quoted Jorge Blaquier Casares jump though a window from a seven floor.
The local society was composed in first place for The Baroness of Montigny, ancient nurse for the Baron’s sisters, an old Huguenot millionaire who she inherited short time after marriage, neatly with all the fortune familial. This woman was mother of a son, drug addict and homosexual, he proposed me work together, with his partner or boyfriend (Nene Danuzzo, of bad remember of Marbella) and Elizabeth Boots Gurmendi, the “Queen Mother's copyist”. How I informed about a pair of fake Bronze Lions, sold as authentic to Eduardo Cohen, with the history this came Baron's Normandy Castle (The poor Cohen never have good eye, for discovered the fake, But with the Safra money…..) The trade was imported Asian furniture and forgeries. Obviously in a diplomatic manner I refused. This poor millionaire commits suicide few months after with a shot at his head.
With the Arias services to provided me drug and young boys I resolved buy materials to paint in Buenos Aires, and social isolated living at the house painting all the day. Arias came every day to lead me to buy drug or drag boys at Maldonado a Uruguayan town beside “La Barra”. The problem was where I start to perceived the boys were youngest each time. One of them says when he came to the house. I'm stay here one night the last year. Who bring you? Hugo he lives here was the answer. Other day with a boy on the car in an afternoon he proposed me go to search his girl friend to the school door. When despite de drug condition I’m discovered at what class of situation this people try to involved me I suspended Arias, preventing him to come to my house and making more attention with the boys. But the damage was made; Arias informed neat all this to Giuria and Agustina and my stepsister Dolores and then informed my father at London.
Some thieves had entry to the house stolen the TV post. One day coming back to Punta del Este, for the interior way as the coast road was closed for works, there exist a curve at 90° impossible take this more 15 miles hours. There and with all my lights on (was the sunset time) just out a woman mounted on a small motorcycle collided me straight. Remember her light was on only at the crash moment, not before. I stopped immediately, she was at the ground claiming I’m pregnant, I’m loose my baby. I call to the police and the medical aid. This night somebody explain me that was a knowing manner to involve the foreign people living in Uruguay to a judicial problem, obtaining some benefits.
Then I take all the shares of the anonymous society owner to my house and I bring them to Buenos Aires to put this on the hands of my friend Alejandro Massot who tell me a this moment “Now the house is mine” and he never gave me back my house. This bastard was just to this moment one of my best friends. We was make business together without a problem, I'm had decorated his house, that was a not very gratifying task as this man have own ideas not ever happy, like one day I speak him about of south Italian fake marble paintings at the provincial churches and a time after he show me a pair columns at the middle of his living room painted on a egg yellow fake marble, terrible interpretation of the eighteen century musicality. Just to this moment I’ve a total truthfulness and about his words think was a joke. The case was he never more he gave me back my house. My friend had become a lackey of my father and my biological mother. The payment money was social mobility for him and his family. He was son for an insufferable woman of Syrian origin new rich and pedantic. She was too; mother of two more son, the elder a big fat gay so insufferable and new rich as his mother, and a bastard her last son, who was in scripted as a son for her legal husband with the Massot name. Here I must explain she was the rich of the couple, heiress for a newspaper at Bahia Blanca who my former friend Alejandro has converted at an Optic Fiber Empire. This bad friend, fake principles and poor dignity, was a traitor. Some times the life gave you the opportunity the resend the visit card, I have the pleasure to discovered him, as his wife make him cuckold, perhaps his late daughter his not for him. She is very similar to the other Childs of the lover of his wife, a doctor named Capdevila. Thinking that my house was in good hands, I coming back to my house. But before, I pass at the Sarachaga auction where I look a beautiful regency zoomorphic sculpted mahogany leg table with an Italian ivory inlaid oldest top. Obviously I send photos to Hobbs, this one answered me "Go to buy the table just to 35000us dollars, but don't make the bid your self" Then I follow the instruction and send Alejandro make the bid, the table was buy in 8000us dollars. Obviously other one for Buenos Aires (perhaps Cohen) call Hobbs proposing him buys this at society, advised for Sarachaga if Tommy wish buy this I have a rich client who can pay more as him. The client was Octavio Caraballo other converted Jew owner for a stake at “Bunge y Born” and the guaranty about the authenticity of the table was my bid. That can explain the professionalism of this rude crap auctioneer unable to know what is for sale at his house. Or the trustless of Hobbs, at his relationship with other dealers face to me. Remembering that at this moment Alejandro asked me “How is you commission” 800us dollars I say, But I go to ask Carly for a little most, but he was very dissatisfied to paid more. Sarachaga never deliver the complete table he send the leg with rubbish top, keeping the original top inlaid with ivory. Years later on other sale exhibition I discovered the original top with a rubbish leg, make photos for this and I send to Hobbs to show what happens with the quoted top, as Carly never say anything about. Time after, I have a judicial row with Sarachaga and I speak to Carly about this. Result all the emails with the photos for the top, several time after the deliver to London the table without his original top at his auction house, was disappeared for my Gmail archive. Then Sarachaga, my bloody mother, Carlton Hobbs and my father of course, had making a criminal society. Thanks Papa.