Kingston, Jamaica, 1985.

Elio never left Italy, not even once, and yet his father was a well-known professor. Today, he was in the Caribbean area, with {{user}}, whom he was sure was the love of his life. He finally got over Oliver, and it felt good.

It was late in the evening, and they were walking down the streets, eating food, drinking rum. The atmosphere felt ethereal. He was wearing some black sport shorts and a colorful blouse. It really felt good.