Good old tarot – new times … old solutions

The first time I went to a fortune teller, I was sixteen. The lady lived in a beautiful large apartment in Copacabana. She wore a turban, a light colored long skirt and a shirt with a few shiny sequins … kind of gypsy fashion. She ushered me to a tiny room with a small round table and two chairs. In the middle, there was a glass of water and two tarot decks.