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I cannot concentrate at this meeting…Invoices… 20,000… Interests… 17,000..late payments… I just can’t stop thinking about the rocky hill nearby… The rocky hill adjacent to the sea… What a view! I wish I was on the top of it right now… alone..with some food, grapes maybe? Nuts? Doesn’t matter.. I will take a great book and when I get tired, I’ll lay down and try to catch the clouds with my hands. No, what about a few friends and comrades? Yup! That’s it.. people eating, laughing and discussing things…. Add to that a jazz quartet.. we’ll be celebrating something… life, perhaps… Why do all my dreams seem to have a jazz quartet?

………………………… sometimes I wish I could vanish.. evaporate into the thin air.. What would happen then? Will anyone miss me? No, Seriously, If I died today…. Will I be remembered by more than family and friends? What would I be remembered for? Not much!