Before starting on my assignment (which is due in a few hours) I’d like to say that I want to migrate to a place where time has allegedly stopped — like Cuba. I’d start a few schools by the beach, pro bono, to enlighten the local children about the good things of reading, thinking and imagining. And dreaming. I’d have my own backyard where I’d raise my own livestock. I’d have a garden too where I’d grow my own fruits, vegetables and hell, some tobacco plants too. I’d cook up a storm every weekend, Cuban style — and invite all the neighbours and their children over for a party feast. There’d be old men sitting by the veranda working their magic with their musical instruments while the rest of us do the tango. Or Salsa. Or Bachata. Or Flamenco. I’d also be a seafood convert. I’d spend most my weekends in the vast and almost untouched crystal clear seas. It can’t get more beautiful than that. I’d snorkel through the coral reefs and just….

just

be overwhelmed with the realisation that if I were to die at that very moment, there’s nothing more I could ask for in life.