So we won the Rugby World Cup huh. Who would have thought? One minute this country is in despair and devoid of hope, and the next minute we’re ecstatic. This is the dichotomy of living here. It’s why people struggle to live anywhere else, because love it or hate it, there is nowhere else that makes you feel more alive. Is this a “normal” way to live? Veering from agony towards ecstasy within a few days? I doubt it. But what is normal anyway?