Long ago. South America. -------------- Maybe. Maybe it would have been funny if it was happening to someone else. Maybe I should’ve stopped it then. My lips were dry again, but I was frozen in place. My hands kept trying to open the lid of the water bottle, but they were sweating, I was always sweating here. What is happening? I thought. I remembered my step-father commenting on what had become my new personal mantra: ‘Y...