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Exactly how and when Mr. Sinasy originated on this earth, is not precisely known and will probably remain one of the mysteries of life forever. However, his roots are believed to be of Valencian origin. Fact is that Mr. Sinasy had a rough time in his early days (not to say a difficult childhood). In short rejection was his part over and over again.

 

Still in his early days in Spring 2005 young Mr. Sinasy appeared for the first time in our office on Pettelaarpark. Glowing with confidence and shining with pride he did his utmost best to show his most appealing features. Finally, the day had come and he was about to achieve his only goal in life, because he was part of the lunch that was served during a meeting in West 2.34. Soon he would be eaten and in that process his lovely pulp and sweet juices would give joy to his consumer. The thought alone lifted his spirits up even more and due to that the meetingroom West 2.34 was being filled with the refreshing scent of his etheric oils.

 

However, Mr. Sinasy was confronted with harsh reality. Again he was rejected and nobody wanted to eat him. The meeting ended and totally down young Mr. Sinasy was left in room West 2.34 all by himself. That is, until a good Samaritan came by, noticed him, picked him up and put him on a spot next to the printer in room West 2.35. This unexpected second chance restored Sinasy's faith in mankind. Soon after, he became his joyeous self again and put in his best effort to present himself.

 

Days went by and Sinasy was left untouched next to the printer. Again his perseverance was being put to a test and images of doom slightly started to haunt him. However, he kept his cool and devised a plan. In order to present himself even better, he would appear without prior notice on the desks of the people working in room West 2.35.

 

Obviously, this was again to no avail and after three weeks of fruitless desk-hopping Sinasy had decided that time had come to take more drastic measures. And thus he showed up in the strangest places an orange could think of. Sinasy was spotted in memo holders, pencil bags, behind PC's, in desk drawers, between hydro-culture and even dangling from the top of the ceiling. On the days that he needed some rest he simply hid on a desk wearing sunglasses.

 

In this way months passed by and young Mr. Sinasy aged. In the meantime he had become an adult and had decided that time had come to show himself to the rest of the world. During previous months it had become painstakingly obvious that nobody from West 2.35 (and even from West 2.32) wanted to eat him. Which, for a fact, isn't that peculiar, because Mr. Sinasy had undergone a miraculously transformation. Thanks to the well-preserving conditions of a governmental workingspace Sinasy had been mummified. Hence, Mr. Sinasy forever !!!

 

This alteration of appearance meant a whole new range of possibilities for Mr. Sinasy, because in this form he was able to experience new adventures outside of West 2.35. He made a trip to Made on a motorbike and made a completely arranged trip with the dutch postalworks to Boxtel. He even almost succeeded in participating on a honeymoon to Bonaire, if it only weren't for a groom who was wide awake in the morning. Unfortunately, this trip ended in Eersel.

 

Curious as to which other adventures Mr. Sinasy will experience?

Stay tuned for more juicy details!