There is more to life than just surviving it. Inside each turbulence there is a calm — a sliver of light buried in the darkness.

I needed something else, some kind of juice.He gave me a hooked-eyebrow glance and took a showy swig of the water. Mmm, he said, smacking his lips. Water-juice. It’s fantastic.

Beautiful things were sometimes mixed up with treacherous things, they could even happen at the same time, or one could lead to the other, I thought.