“But you do. You give people a lot of pleasure with your music,” replied George.

“That’s not enough. People are suffering in this world. I need to alleviate some of that suffering.”

“People’s mental well being is just as important as their physical wellbeing. Music and the arts contribute to that.”

“There are plenty of people who can entertain the masses. I need to help those that are really suffering physically.”

It was a year later that Kin delicately brought up the idea that she was going to Somalia to try and do some good.

“But look what happened when you went back there before to visit your parents.. You started criticising the dictator on a bus and your uncle had to smuggle you out to Egypt.”

“Things are different now. There is no longer a dictator. There’s whole scale war, and folk are injured, and dying. They need help.”

“Will you make a difference?”

“I don’t know but I can try.”

“Shall I come with you?

“Definitely not! That would make it more dangerous.”

“I am going to miss you.”

“I am going to miss you too.”

There was silence for a minute.

“We must keep in touch.”

“The phone has never been any good and the post is now broken. The best way will be with Emails. There are some good uses of modern technology after all.”

“When are you intending to go?”

“I have booked a ticket for next week.”

George was sad. She had been planning it behind his back.

She notice,

“I knew if I told you, you would talk me out of it.”

“True!”

“You have my Email address.”

He saw her to the aeroport, waved her goodbye, and never heard of her again.