At those moments when I feel like giving up on life,
I close my eyes,
I see a distant sun hanging up above a tranquil sea
I see the sparkling waves reflected in my eyes
I see sunlight passing through my fingers
I see the warm sea breeze playing with my hair,
the breeze that brings along with it the dusty smell of ruined towns.

I turn around and see buildings old and streets busied by shiny happy people.
The spices sprinkled on dishes cooked,
I can taste them in my...