“My best friend and I signed up as safety patrols and today, duty calls. During lunch breaks, we make sure that students don’t fight or hang around the suspension bridge or sneak up to the vocational area to steal mangoes. We do everything together. So, we are in this responsibility together too. We don’t have common career objectives though. He wants to be an engineer while I dream of flying planes. But he has agreed to design my plane and I have agreed to fly him around the world on the same plane. We are best friends for life. We’ll grow old together, having fun. Perhaps we both will live to be 100 years old. I’ll have strong lines on the forehead, wrinkled cheeks, and weary knees. Yet, I imagine going to his house to have a cup of tea, and asking: How are you doing, buddy?”