I don't know if I have the year correctly, but I was 14, David, you were 16. My brother was 19, my sister was 16, almost 17. So David, you actually became the fourth child in the family, to my delight. And I will now tell the truth about those donught days, as I'm not so sure you ever told. Because it is with those "donnas" that I remember those days of friendship and meditation in Cuernavaca: You came one day to our family. Our parents had met at Club Med, decided it was a great idea for you to come to Mexico for some six months or so. You stayed with us, one semester on high school. You became my new brother. You came home everyday from school, joking, laughing at me for whatever reason you found, laughing harder at my angry teenage- tantrums. Some loud high pitched laugh of yours. And you would have doughnuts, every day, for dinner. And, of course, Coca Cola to go with it. Nothing else. You learned to eat beans, chilaquiles, enchiladas, pork stew, mexican beef stew, tacos al pastor... You came with us to swim in Las Estacas, Tehuixtla. You came to Taxco, to Tepoztlán. You ate at the market place, along with everyone else. But every week day, after school, you would have your doughnut and Coca Cola. After a month or so, my mother figured that's what you usually had for dinner at home, so she made sure there was a large bottle of coke waiting for you in the fridge. You would eat your donna, talk about economics (of Mexico), politics (of Mexico), people (mexicans) and life. You had quite interesting ideas that I still value. Some of us tried to talk you out of your diet. I remember you discussing nutritional facts with my sister arguing how benefitial doughnuts and coke are for your health. (You spoke so vehemently that I believed everything you said) And you said you always had those at home. Well, my dear David: when my sister and I came to stay for a few weeks at your house in Atherton, first thing we searched for was a coke in the fridge. But .. nope, no coke. Doughnuts? nope, either. Healthy food, healthy salads, no sodas, and absolutely no coca colas. Family foods, a caring mother, a caring father, sweet brothers, all in all, a loving family. When I asked you, in front of your mom, how come you had cokes and doughnuts every day for dinner in Mexico, you answered: "I did not!" - "did too, David" - "did not" - "did too" - "did not", - "did too" A brother to me, David. Great days when you came to Mexico, which we will never forget. ... And you "did too", but I now by now, you are probably replying: "Did not".