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The whole building seemed to be built to convey stateliness and magnificence.
At the entrance there was an old man dressed up in a uniform. As soon as he saw He, he ran up to him, nervous.
“You are late!” he cried, “This is not the way things should be done! Hurry! Hurry! They are all waiting for you…”
He looked at the man in amusement and He was explaining that there must have been a mistake, because He had not told anybody that He was coming… He hardly knew himself until very shortly before.
The man looked at him as if He was stupid, mad or a mixture of both.
“Of course you did not know! No one knows in advance…
Come on, follow me… and keep your shoulders straight: a good first impression always counts…

He followed the old man inside the courthouse because He was heading there, after all, and maybe this all misunderstanding would lead him to Zièlrebaum a little faster.
The corridors inside were all the same, studded with dark doors, all of them shut.
He was puzzled, because by the shape and the dimension of the corridors it seemed that there was not enough space behind those door to hold a room, unless a room could be held inside the thickness of a wall.
The old man opened one of the doors and he slipped into it, dragging him by the sleeve. He pushed him towards the balustrade of what seemed the balcony of a theater and then rushed out, closing the door behind him.
“Hey!” He shouted, but when He tried to follow the man He found out the door had been locked.
He took a look around and as far as He could tell He was inside a theater, a theater filled with people who were now staring at him with reproachful eyes.
“Good,” said the voice, “the trial can finally start. Is the accused willing to say something for himself?”
Trial? Accused? Everybody was looking at him, waiting.
“Trial?” asked He, aloud, “Accused? Accused of what?
Why are you looking at me? There must be a mistake…”

His eyes were getting used to the darkness, so He could see Zièlrebaum sitting on a big throne In the middle of the stage.
“Let the charges be read!” she shouted.
From one of the sides of the stage emerged the old man who had leaded him there. He was carrying a scroll and he unrolled it pompously.
He cleared his voice and he started to read:

“For refusing to play hide-and-seek with the other kids when He was six years and two days old.
“For wasting his time studying some useless equations on the brightest sunny day of his first twelve years of life.
“For losing and entire bag of marbles, which was worth according to the exchange rate children-adults a treasure and 300.000 golden coins.
“For saying aloud He did not believe in fairies.
“For becoming an adult two months too early.
“For not kissing Lheanna even if it was clear both of them really wanted it.
“For not telling his father He loved him. Not once.
“For working instead on spending time with his loved ones.
“For not helping his friend pretending He could not when instead He was just afraid this would take him the entire day.
“For not enjoying the colors of the setting sun on the third day of the fifth month of his twentieth year.
“For…”

“Wait!” He shouted, raising a murmur of disapproval, “I really do not know how you got all of this, but these are trifles! Are these the crimes I am accused of?”
“Silence!” hissed Zièlrebaum. “You will be allowed to speak for yourself when the reading is over.”
The old man resumed the reading, continuing for at least half an hour.
When he was finished, he retrieved a quill from his pocket and while he was scribbling on the parchment he said:
“For being late, for interrupting the reading and for not recognizing the gravity of his crimes.”
Then he turned towards Zièlrebaum and smiled, proud of his performance.
The judge nodded at him and the old man went back to the place he came from.
“Is there something you wish to say to prove your innocence?” she asked.
“There must be some kind of mistake, I didn’t do anything…”
“Are you denying the charges that we have just heard?”
“No… What he read was true, but…”
“The accused proclaims himself guilty…”
“Wait…”
“The verdict is as follows:
Guilty of all of this and so much more
No place under this sky
You shall go back to the dust you belong to
And your old skin will be forever lost.”
“Wait a minute… I…”
Before He could end the sentence, two guards, armed with clubs, opened the door.
Black.

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Esak Garcia – 1st ever male champion of the annual International Asana Championship, the Bishnu Charan Ghosh Cup

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About Esak

Esak Garcia practices and teaches Bikram Yoga and is dedicated to being a contribution to the world as a member of the Institute of Ancient Mysteries (IAM). Esak travels widely demonstrating the art of yoga, promoting yoga asana championships, and as a member of the IAM class of 2009.

Of mixed background, his mother is Jewish and father Mexican, Esak was born and raised in Boulder, Colorado. He has also lived in New Haven, Conecticut, in São José Dos Campos and Salvador, Brazil, in California’s Bay area, and as a small child, in Acapulco, Mexico.

Esak graduated valedictorian from Boulder High School, then studied Political Science and philosophy at Yale University. He studied the Afro-Brazilian martial art of Capoeira for over 10 years and has continuously priaciced Bikram yoga since 1994. He graduated from Bikram’s Yoga College of India in 2001.

Esak became interested in Bikram yoga as a high school athlete, at the age of 17. He used yoga to condition himself to play baseball and American football. 11 years later, in February 2005, Esak won the groundbreaking International Yoga Asana Championship, The Bishnu Charan Ghosh Cup. Since then, Esak has led yoga demonstrations and discussions world-wide. He has been invited as a guest teacher and demonstrator to various cities in India, South Korea, Thailand, Australia, China, Argentina, Chile, Brazil, Mexico, United States and Canada.

Recently Esak has begun to help other yogis who are interested in the Ghosh Cup Competition by leading coaching clinics. These clinics are held three times a year, and always fill to capacity. He is also one of the very few teachers who is authorized to lead official Bikram yoga seminars and posture clinics

Esak is maried to Chau Kei Ngai, who was the 5th place International Ghosh Cup Champion in 2007 representing China. They live in Boulder, Colorado with their son Osiris and Esak’s younger brother Julian.

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