The Balagio has a long history. Many guests joined over the years. Some unremarkable, many quite excentric. Guests left the Balagio in awe and inspiration, or in fear. From time to time our generous host shares one of those stories. This one is not for the faint of heart. Gea and I sat on the roof of the Balagio, sharing a cigarette, overlooking the beautiful outskirts of Azurbala. The smoke seemed to be reaching for them. “Are you ready to accompany me?” She asked. The blue lights of the hot...