‘Someone, anyone! Where’s the medic? Please…helpppppp!’
No, it wasn’t a war zone, I wasn’t being mugged, in fact, there was no conflict at all. I was simply strolling through a local fruit market, when all of a sudden, I was in desperate need of assistance.
Some people see a white light. Some see nothing at all. Me? I dreamt of jagged snow-capped mountains and vast sunburnt deserts, anything but the melons and tomatoes all staring, even laughing, at my predicament.