Nikola Tesla and I met in 1882.
While I strolled through the park. My favorite one in all of Budapest. I loved it since I was a little girl.
Nikola Tesla was the most handsome man I had ever laid my eyes on.
The sun was setting and he was staring at the prisms that it made.
I was staring at him.
He grabbed a stick and started making markings in the sand.
He looked up at me and begged me for a piece of paper and a writing implement.
I obliged.
He copied what he scratched in the sand onto the paper.
"Thank you....yes thank you!"
He was a bit frantic as though he feared losing his idea or thought.
"My professor at the college in Austria ridiculed me for my idea."
"What idea?" I ventured.
"That direct current generators could be modified to produce an alternating current using a rotating magnetic field."
"I see." I lied.
"Oh excuse me." He stood up wiping his right hand on the leg of his trousers before extending it to shake mine. "Nikola Tesla at your service."
"Száva Sandorf."
"Who is your father?" He asked looking deep into my eyes over strong coffee at the café he invited me to.
I being a strong independent woman objected.
"Why do you need to know my father's name?"
"Because I must ask him for your hand in marriage."
YOU ARE READING
NOT EDISON
Non-FictionThis novel is based on a true story. The true story about the light bulb! Let me tell you about the love of my heart. A hero by most people's standards. The world should have loved him as much as I do. But they didn't. He deserved it.
