Epilogue: A Toast to Treachery

The arrest of Inspector Salomone was a quiet affair, conducted with the discretion that only a small village like Speranza could muster. Inspector Davies, the unassuming but astute officer who had once investigated the death of Elias Thorne, led the disgraced Salomone away in handcuffs. The former guardian of the law did not rage; instead, he wore a look of terrified resignation, muttering about a “higher tempo” and a “conductor” who would not be pleased.

“I was merely the second fiddle, Moira,” Salomone hissed as he was placed into the squad car, his eyes darting toward the bell tower. “The orchestra plays on, with or without me.”

Back at the Coffee Taverna, the atmosphere was one of exhausted relief. The adrenaline that had fueled our escape from the Cigars House had faded, replaced by the heavy, comforting scent of roasted beans and the earthy aroma of Altea’s unlit tobacco.

We gathered around the table to open the bottle of Speranza, Year Zero. Altea, with the reverence of a priestess, used a corkscrew to pull the ancient stopper. It emerged with a satisfying pop, releasing not the smell of vinegar, but a rich, complex bouquet of dark cherries, leather, and… something metallic.

“To the soil of Speranza,” Anna toasted, raising her glass. “And to friendship, the only root that doesn’t rot.”

We drank. The wine was exquisite—velvety and deep. But as I set my glass down, Toe, my sleek black cat, jumped onto the table. He did not look at the wine. He looked at the cork.

With a surgical extend of a single claw, he hooked the cork and batted it toward me. It rolled across the wooden table, coming to rest against the base of the kerosene lamp.

“Look,” I whispered, the Poirot-like instinct twitching in my mind.

Burned into the side of the cork, hidden until it was pulled from the neck of the bottle, was not a vintage year. It was a sequence of musical notes. A specific, haunting trill.

“That’s not just a melody,” Marisa said, her face paling as she recognized the notation. “That is the opening bar of The Devil’s Trill sonata. It’s the signature of the ‘Maestro’—a legendary thief who steals not with silence, but with sound.”

A New dissonance

Before I could respond, the heavy oak door of the Taverna creaked open. The wind from the street blew in, extinguishing the candles and plunging us into a sudden, Hitchcockian gloom.

Standing in the doorway was a young woman, drenched from a sudden squall. She clutched a violin case to her chest as if it were an infant. Her eyes were wide, reflecting the same terror I had seen in Viviana Bellini’s face weeks ago.

“Dr. Hopes?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “They told me you could help. I am the second violinist for the quartet playing at the gala tonight. But… the first chair has vanished.”

She stepped into the light, and Ashwaganda let out a low, warning growl from his perch.

“He didn’t just disappear,” the woman sobbed, placing the violin case on the table next to the branded cork. “He vanished while he was playing a solo on stage. One moment the music was there, and the next… only silence. And in his place, they found this.”

She opened the case. The violin was gone. Resting in the velvet lining was not an instrument, but a perfectly preserved, severed finger of a marble statue—and a single, fresh cacao bean.

I looked at Altea, Anna, and Marisa. The “Conductor” Salomone had warned us about had already begun his performance. The wine was finished, but the overture to a new nightmare had just begun.

“Lock the doors, Anna,” I said, picking up the marble finger. “It seems our quiet life in Speranza is about to get very loud.”

The Caramelized Alibi

The new mystery in Speranza: Christmas murders with a tad of Caramel..

The autumn sun in Speranza was the color of aged parchment, casting long, lazy shadows across the village market as the first hint of December’s frost began to bite. In the heart of the village, the grand Christmas tree stood as a towering spire of green, but its festive beauty was eclipsed by a scene of magnificent chaos. Beneath the lowest branches, nestled amidst a dusty pile of forgotten histories and the vibrant silk wrappers of the season, lay the body of the visiting gourmet critic.

A Bittersweet Discovery

The air around the Piazza, usually thick with the scent of Anna’s roasted coffee and Altea’s fine tobacco, was now cloyed with the smell of burnt sugar and sea salt.

The victim was found slumped against the tree’s base, his face serene but his eyes wide and unseeing.

He clutched a “Caramel Gold” bar from Marisa’s Mint Chocolate house, the silver-wrapped treat half-eaten.

A faint, sweet, floral scent—reminiscent of hyacinth but with a sharp, chemical undertone—hung in the frigid air.

Ispettore Salomone arrived looking profoundly weary, his patience already thinner than a poorly brewed Earl Grey.

The Feline Sentinels

Back at La Pagina che Fa le Fusa, my sanctuary of rosemary and old paper, the atmosphere was one of quiet tension. My two furry proprietors, sensing a dissonant note in the village’s harmony, began their own investigation.

Toe, the sleek black Maine Coon, ignored the festive bustle and began an obsessive ritual of batting at a small, ornate silver sachet he had found snagged in the tree’s tinsel.

Ashwaganda, the ginger sage with amber eyes that held the wisdom of ages, sat pointedly in front of a new pot of calendula flowers, letting out a soft, insistent meow.

He stared directly at the “Caramel Gold” wrapper I had brought back, his “gold stare” signaling a truth hidden in the sugar.

The Wisdom of the Blue Book

I turned to my chair of bordeaux velvet and opened the strange book I had bought for a handful of coins: Days of your Dreams. Bound in faded peacock-blue leather and penned in shimmering silver ink, its pages rustled with a soft, dry scent of pressed flowers. I searched for an entry on “Gold” and “Salt,” and the script began to shift into a cryptic prophecy:

“Where the serpent eats its tail, the sweet gold is snared. Look not for what was taken, but for the ‘smoke’ that never burns. The truth is found where the earth is youngest and the fox hides its dye.”

The Shadow on the Threshold

The investigation took a chilling turn when the door to the shop—hidden under an ivy-covered stone arch—creaked open. A man stood there, as smooth and polished as river stones, holding a silver-stamped ledger that mirrored the emblem of a sleeping cat and a key.

“Signorina Hopes,” he boomed, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling like a retired opera diva’s. “The caramel was a masterful forgery, a distraction for the real prize hidden within the tree’s heart.”

Moira felt a jolt go through her. This was not just a case of a poisoned critic; it was the violent beginning of a new story, one involving a contested inheritance, a forger’s touch, and the “lullaby of death” hidden in a scent of caramel.

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“How to kick off The Highest Ways: A 7-Day Trentino to Friuli Alpine Traverse”

To pull off this 7-day crossing, your strategy for fuel and gear is just as important as your ski line. Below are the specific locations to stock up and the best spots to refuel along the way.

⛺ Planning the Window: When to Book

• The Winter Window: The main winter season for most refuges and lift facilities in the Dolomites runs from early December (around Dec 5–6) through early April (around April 6–7).
• Hut Strategy: Many high-altitude huts officially open for winter around December 5 or 6. However, popular refuges like Lagazuoi may open slightly later in December (around Dec 23), while others like Averau open as early as Dec 6.
• Early Spring: The high-altitude trekking season traditionally begins on June 20, but if the weather is favorable, many huts in Trentino open their doors early in spring.
  🛒 Where to Buy Gear & Supplies
  Start your journey in San Martino di Castrozza, which serves as your primary base for equipment and food.

• San Martino di Castrozza: You will find several shops for mountain clothing and equipment. Minimarket Taufer also stocks gear-related accessories like condimenti and basic mountain needs.
• Cortina/Pocol Area: If you pass through the northern routes, the Sports Equipment Rental Pocol opens in early December.

• Despar Supermarket (San Martino): Best for fresh fruit, regional specialties, artisanal cold cuts, and local cheeses.
• Coop Supermarket (San Martino): Famous for quality and organic options, including a section for natural foods, whole grains, and healthy snacks.
• Minimarket Taufer (San Martino): Offers a wide range of “genuine products” including speck, salumi, honey, and specialty muesli (chocolate, yogurt/raspberry, or honey/nut mixes) which are perfect high-energy trail fuel.

• Cooperativa Imperial Forni: A central supermarket for replenishing supplies.
• Local Delicacies: Visit Malga Alta Carnia or Malga Carnia Formaggi for specialty mountain cheeses and select cold cuts.
• Fresh Bread: Stop at Panificio Fornese for local baked goods to carry on your final descent.
  🍰 Sweet Treats, Chocolate & Coffee
  Alpine touring burns thousands of calories, so high-energy stops are essential.
• Pasticceria Myriam (Forni di Sopra): A great spot to end your journey with traditional Friulian pastries.
• Minimarket Taufer: Stocks a variety of chocolates and sweets specifically labeled for mountain energy.
• Bar & Chocolaterie (Hotel Villa Eden, Corvara): If your route dips into Val Badia, they offer a wide range of flavored hot chocolates and little chocolates perfect for a mid-journey treat.
• Handmade Dolomites Chocolate: Look for specialized “Dolomites Chocolate” in local centers like the Gardena Center, which combines South American and African cocoa with mountain tradition.
  🍽️ Where to Have Dinner & Breakfast
• Alpine Refuge Dining: In winter, a typical hut meal starts with a platter of speck, luganega, and Alpine cheeses, followed by hearty classics like goulash with polenta or hot canederli (Tirolian dumplings).
• Baita Colverde (San Martino): At 2,000 meters, this refuge offers traditional Primiero Valley specialties and is perfect for a lunch stop or a romantic high-altitude dinner.
• Malga Civertaghe (San Martino): A mountainside dairy farm (malga) known for authentic local food like polenta and a blend of Italian and Austrian dishes.
• Rifugio Rosetta: Offers warming meals like pasta with venison or minestrone, essential after skiing through deep snow.
• Ristorante da Anita: Ideal for a traditional dinner featuring local specialties like pumpkin ravioli and sachertorte.

To help you prepare for the physical demand of this “High Ways” crossing, here is a breakdown of the daily metrics for a 7-day winter ski traverse from Passo Rolle (Trentino) to Forni di Sopra (Friuli).

🏔️ Difficulty and Terrain
This traverse is classified as Intermediate to Advanced. You should be a fluid off-piste skier capable of handling all snow conditions and comfortable with “kick turns” on slopes up to 35°.

📊 7-Day Performance Summary
The average daily climb with skins ranges from 500m to 1,100m. For a traverse of this scale, expect to skin for 2 to 5 hours per day. Day Key Stage Est. Vertical Gain (Uphill) Technical Difficulty 1 Passo Rolle to Monte Mulaz ~700m – 900m Moderate (Porphyry ridges) 2 Mulaz to Forca Rossa ~500m – 1,100m Moderate (Limestone plateau) 3 Marmolada Glacier Ascent ~1,200m – 1,400m Challenging (High altitude) 4 Sella Massif & Val de Mesdì ~600m – 700m Technical (Narrow couloirs) 5 Fanes to Tre Cime ~500m – 900m Moderate (Frozen valleys) 6 Croda Rossa to Friuli Border ~1,000m Demanding (Remote wild) 7 Monte Pramaggiore Descent ~1,200m – 1,400m Technical (Final steep lines)

🥗 High-Performance Fueling Tips

Since you will be burning between 3,000 and 5,000 calories daily, follow these fueling indications:

• Breakfast (The “Refuge Special”): Most huts provide a heavy breakfast of malga milk, artisanal jams, local cheeses, and cold cuts to provide slow-release energy.
• On-the-Trail Snacks: Pack “genuine products” from local minimarkets like chocolate-mixed muesli, speck slabs, and honey-nut bars.
• Lunch: Many huts offer sack lunches you can pack, or you can stop at valley refuges for a warm Gulaschsuppe (goulash soup).
• Dinner: Focus on recovery with protein and carbs—venison pasta, handmade canederli (dumplings), and traditional polenta.

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My First Night Shift In Surgery | Housemanship Diaries

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My first “ON” or “On-night” or night shift in General Surgery was in the Female Surgical Ward with a friend whom I’ve known since around my first posting but have yet to be in the same posting together till our fourth posting in General Surgery.

We were blessed enough to have at least 2 people per ward for the night shift.

Our shift as “on-night” in Surgery began from 7pm and will usually last till all the discharges are done the following morning.

Upon my arrival to the ward, I was informed that one patient in particular had no urine in her CBD (urinary catheter) bag and that she felt like urinating but was unable to void. Considering that she had a urinary catheter in-situ, voiding should not have been an issue.

I attended STAT and assessed her. She had a mass over her abdomen which was hard, non-mobile but had smooth edges, around 15cm by 10cm, a rather large one which I assumed was a tumour, probably pressing onto her urinary bladder as well.

It did not occur to me to check if the patient was previously passing urine, it also did not occur to me to check her intake and output chart. All I could think of at that time was, she felt like voiding, she is in pain, there is no urine flowing into her urine bag.

Thus, I prepped the trolley to reinsert a new CBD. I donned my plastic apron and prepped my materials needed and proceeded to clean the patient’s vagina and reinsert a new urinary catheter in as probably as sterile as I could, bedside.

Upon insertion of the new urinary catheter, there was no urine outflow. Thinking that I may have blocked it or inserted not all the way in, totally abandoning my theoretical principles learnt, I proceeded to reinsert about 3 times and each time was met with no urinary outflow but there were bloodstains from the urethra.

I called my partner for help and he proceeded to help me in informing in the oncall group and referred to Urology medical officer oncall who was rather grumpy.

It was during his referral that I realised that the patient had been anuric (not passing any urine) for sometime now. Clearly, she would not have any urine output and although she felt the need to void, it would not have been an issue considering there is a urinary catheter in-situ.

I had unnecessarily caused trauma and I felt foolish for acting prior performing a thorough examination and understanding her case.

The Urology medical officer came and reinserted a CBD to which she asked us not to remove and to request for an ultrasound the following day for assessment as she suspected that the tumour over her abdomen had infiltrated into her urinary bladder or urinary system.

That was settled but definitely ate up a huge amount of our time because of my mistake.

Subsequently I was rather slow and there were a few post-operative patients and new patients admitted into the ward. Hence, I proceeded to do the needful. By the time I was done, my partner had completed taking the blood for the whole ward and at that time, it was around 3am. I could sense the back-to-back disappointment I have caused him and at that point, I have given up on apologising.

We then proceeded to complete our planned discharges of the patients and by 6am, started tracing the blood results of the patients before retiring into the house officer’s room for a break.

In the morning, as usual as in other postings, we would be “summoned” in the group to take any bloods or to start our discharges.

We returned home around 11am and our post-night shift was followed by an off day.

Personally, I felt that I could’ve done a lot better as I was rather slow that night. However, for a first night shift in Surgical, it was not as bad as it seems.

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My First Day Back At Work After A 6-Week-Break | Housemanship Diaries

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I officially returned to work on the 2nd of October 2024.

Initially, I was stationed to work the morning shift at ward. However, a colleague of mine decided to take a sick leave on that day when she was initially stationed as the House Officer in the Emergency Department, ETD HO.

Being the Allocation Leader in this department, it is my duty to immediately look for a replacement and to update in the group with the medical officers. Not one person came to mind and I felt bad since it was a friend of mine who took a sick leave or did I feel comfortable dragging another person to cover this shift since it is a shift most people avoided.

Thus, I offered to be the ETD HO myself. It was during an anaemic House Officer period and there were only one House Officer stationed at the Emergency Department.

Hence, I went to work and stocked up my necessary supplies before meeting the post night House Officer in the Emergency Department to receive my handover.

Of all days, it had to be one whereby no coming mornings (bloods) were taken for the patients and there were a lot of active job-lists not being carried out. Not to mention scans to be requested the following morning.

Basically, there were a ton of “shits” being thrown to me and if I do not settle it myself or to push my post night colleague to help me, I would be in a mess for the day.

Imagine having just returned to work to this. Without thinking much, I started identifying the patients who had bloods to be taken and proceeded to take all of them and sent it off. After sending them off, I started preparing for scans and called the radiology medical officer oncall to present my case.

Finally, after I thought I was done, I decided to review the stranded patients.

Normally, the stranded patients should be reviewed around 7am as we would begin our morning rounds around 7:30am till 8am. Thankfully, it was the weekend and rounds began much later.

I went through my list of stranded patients and there were almost 20. 20 stranded patients at various locations.

Would I have the time to review all of them? What about the active joblists or scans? Can I rely on my post night colleague? What if there is a new case?

I remembered it being a rainy day and the referrals were initially from wards and not from the Emergency Department (ETD).

Perhaps it would be a slow day. I thought to myself.

But, I thought too soon.

Soon, referrals started piling up. My medical officer’s phone (MO) was blowing up with calls. Other sub-specialities kept reaching out for me to help them out and at one point, me and my medical officer had to split to ensure we got everything done to the best that we could.

I wished that I could literally divide myself but I couldn’t. On top of that, my right foot started to ache. I just came back from a 6-week-break. I can’t afford to go on anther few weeks. If I do, just when am I going to end this posting?

I recalled it being a terribly hectic day and I felt bad as I was mostly away, having been dragged away by other sub-specialities, escorting patients or carrying out the active job-lists. I could not really be by my medical officer’s (MO) side to see the cases.

Finally, the end of my shift approached. 7pm and my night colleague came for handover.

Despite it being the evening already, the fire was still burning strong, referrals did not stop coming in and I still had tasks to complete or I would be handing over “shits” to my night colleague.

Finally, it was around 8-9pm, I can’t really remember as I was following night rounds with the OT call medical officer and registrar. My medical officer told me to return home since the following day, I would be morning shift.

I remembered returning home that day, somewhat unsatisfied with myself. No doubt that it was a tough day, but I could definitely do better. If only my leg did not slow me. The pain seems to increase with every step I took and with every exertion I made.

However, as I remembered, I was blessed to have an angel as my medical officer oncall for that day. Instead of shaming me or being sarcastic or mentioning that I could do better, she simply thanked me for putting my best effort on the first day back and welcomed me back.

It’s angels like this who makes me want to try to be better the following day.

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Writing After A Long Time

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Day 496 of my housemanship journey, a the time of writing this article.

A few months ago, I took a sweet 6-week-long break after having just completed my first year of practicing as a junior doctor.

It was unplanned and definitely a blessing in disguise.

However, that rendered me to overshoot my allocated amount of leaves within a posting . Thus, I was extended in my fourth posting, Surgery.

Ever since I came back to work on the 2nd of October, it has been a tough 1 and a half month. My body was shocked back to work and it was a tough season as there were many people leaving the department.

Working the morning shift was even more tiring than working the night shift. Hence, in order to survive without collapsing out of exhaustion, I chose to work during the night shift consecutively for days.

Looking back, only a month and a half flew by but it felt like months have gone by instead.

However, today, I am able to write after what feels like a really long time. I feel that I can slow down at least for the next month at least and enjoy my work instead as we transition into a good season in this department.

A huge batch of house officers has been allocated into this department and this morning, there are 17 junior doctors in charge of a single ward as compared to previously when there were only 3 – 4 junior doctors.

Is that a good thing?

For those who have been in the department for some time like me, we definitely appreciate this break. However, a part of me also question if they will be able to learn as much as we did?

If you are currently struggling with bad days at work, just remember that it is these days that teaches us and makes us grow and that good days are definitely coming.

For when it does arrive, it allows us to appreciate the moment.

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What are you most worried about for the future?

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Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

And

Then

You promised

You started loosing control

Crazy nights

Broken beds

Internet Sex

Desire

Fantasy to life

Always and forever

And then ?

You ran away

And ran away again

Do you remember me when you f..k him

Does he knows you suppose to love till end of days ?

Till the day almost …

Kill me ..

And now ?

Leaving you from behind ?

That’s where your eyes are looking back while you are moving forward seeing nothing but back loook

Let’s touch the mint and smell our hands

Let’s mint our planet ..page 25/Budapest light

From 100 boring story ( Garden of mint )

Ok readers relax it’s just a song i was hearing , I doubt I captured the phrases all but that’s what I heard and shared with you manually (typing it )

yeah !

The prompt

I’ll give one example

YOU WILL ASK WHOEVER YOU BELIEVE ON TO GIVE YOU MORE DAYS TO BE WITH HIM OR HER

Find them !

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Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

And

Then

You promised

You started loosing control

Crazy nights

Broken beds

Internet Sex

Desire

Fantasy to life

Always and forever

And then ?

You ran away

And ran away again

Do you remember me when you f..k him

Does he knows you suppose to love till end of days ?

Till the day almost …

Kill me ..

And now ?

Leaving you from behind ?

That’s where your eyes are looking back while you are moving forward seeing nothing but back loook

Let’s touch the mint and smell our hands

Let’s mint our planet ..page 25/Budapest light

From 100 boring story ( Garden of mint )

Ok readers relax it’s just a song i was hearing , I doubt I captured the phrases all but that’s what I heard and shared with you manually (typing it )

yeah !

The prompt

I’ll give one example

YOU WILL ASK WHOEVER YOU BELIEVE ON TO GIVE YOU MORE DAYS TO BE WITH HIM OR HER

Find them !

TRUTHOPPOSITEREALITY .COM

[email protected]

[email protected]

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What snack would you eat right now?

Yes it’s called monkey balls and it’s sold in Fiji islands 3 balls for a 1$

Since the prompt is short answer let me give you a story from my mind . ( fiction )

From the heaven of my heart and from the munchies land munchington

Once upon a time in the whimsical town of Munchington, there lived a mischievous little creature named Snackington. Snackington was known for his insatiable appetite for snacks, especially the enchanted candies that sparkled in every color imaginable.

One sunny afternoon, Snackington discovered a hidden treasure trove of snacks deep within the Enchanted Forest. Unable to resist the temptation, he indulged in one delightful treat after another until he had consumed more snacks than his tiny belly could handle.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Snackington felt an odd sensation. To his astonishment, his teeth started to tingle and then, one by one, they began to wiggle and fall out. Panic set in as he realized the consequences of his snack-filled escapade.

Distraught and toothless, Snackington sought the advice of the wise old wizard, Molarus, who lived atop Candy Mountain. Molarus revealed that the enchanted snacks had a magical side effect when consumed in excess—they made teeth as light as air, causing them to float away.

Determined to remedy his predicament, Snackington embarked on a quest to retrieve his wandering teeth. With a toothbrush sword in hand and a floss rope at his side, he journeyed through the Marshmallow Marsh, crossed the Licorice Bridge, and ventured into the Gummy Bear Cave.

Along the way, Snackington encountered friendly creatures who offered guidance and shared tales of their own snack-related adventures. Together, they formed a merry band of snack enthusiasts, determined to find a way to reverse the enchantment.

As the group approached the elusive Candy Mountain, they faced a final challenge—a maze made of chewing gum. With clever teamwork and a few strategically placed snacks, they navigated the sticky labyrinth and reached the summit where Molarus awaited.

Molarus, impressed by Snackington’s determination, performed a magical ceremony to restore his teeth to their rightful places. Snackington learned a valuable lesson about moderation and the importance of caring for one’s pearly whites.

With his teeth once again intact, Snackington returned to Munchington, promising to savor his snacks in moderation and share the tale of his toothy adventure with others in the town. And so, the legend of Snackington’s toothy escapade became a cautionary tale for snack enthusiasts far and wide in the enchanted land of Munchington..

Do you still want to try monkey balls ?

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