The next day I woke up around five o’clock, normal for me, and looked outside. The sun was bright, and I swear to you, it was bright enough to look like home. I thought it was good weather for a run. So I went back to my room, put on shorts and a t-shirt. Hell, I was going to enjoy a nice jog before breakfast. I stepped outside and immediately my skin felt like god and the devil were having a tug of war match. Then, a sensation like needles pricking me ran through my body. I turned and walked like a mummy back to the room and stood in front of the heater thawing out my frozen tropical joints. Being that cold was not natural. Someone had to piss off God for him to create this kind of torture. To tell you the truth, twenty years later, I am still defrosting from that first morning.