During one of the last text conversations I had with Ana she asked me to write a blog update. A redux. Here it is.
Ana Corbero? I should have left well alone but life never turns out the way one thought it should. At present Ana Corbero is living in Espluges, Barcelona. She lives in the palace of arches created by her tricky, tax dodging father Xavier Corbero. On instagram she belches how she is surrounded by love and light.
On March 1st Ana Corbero emailed me. Desperate and aloneโฆ her husband and children, she cried, had abandoned her. Penniless, addicted to drugs, trapped inside her lavish Andalucian jailโฆ like a Saudi princess. How Ana Corbero deserved to be abandoned and humiliated by her husband and her children. Her trauma , allegedly inherited from grandparents, from dolls, from Miro, from the Virgin Mary.
Trauma, always her excuse for behaving exactly however she wants when she wants and anyone who has the audacity to contradict her is a hyena, a heretic, a narcissist. But how did this happen? How did you fall back into her poisonous web, Duncan? March the first Ana Corbero asked for help. She could have asked any number of people. She could have asked her rich Turkish friend Mr Koc. Her rich French friend Mr. She could have asked the poisonous Celia Lyttleton. The poisonous Celia Lyttleton who once arrived on my doorstep in desperate need of help, babe in arms, until she was ready to move on.
Ana Corbero could have asked any number of these rich friends but in her time of greatest need she asked me. And that, my friends is how a fool and his money are easily parted. Some might say, oh just let it go. You can just imagine who might say that. Peopleโฆ rich enough not to notice the absence of several hundred thousand euros. Begrudgingly, I answered her call.
