The melancholy is like that of living in a burgeoning third world city. It’s like, if we just focus on this and that, roads and water, keep corruption down, we’d have one of the best cities in the world - as good any other. Our people are good, but sometimes they can’t make sense of traffic laws and crime.

It’s the only city I know, and I often wonder if we just took care of it, where we’d be.