yesterday, i had an audition in soho for a radio show. in the lobby of the building, the security guard asked for my name and she instantly knew how to spell "Holguin". this is very unusual. she said she once knew someone from ecuador with the same name. and that the grandfather of that family was from italy. no wonder why part of me felt as if i were returning to the motherland when i was in italy.
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