Do you ever feel that you have landed in the middle of a book?
Sometimes, you go a place and suddenly these scenes that you have read come back to you as a 'deja vu'.
Some weeks ago, I went to northern Italy where I spent an evening at the shore of Lago Maggiore, the large long lake north of Milan.
Here I went at dusk in the twilight - everything was so beautiful and tranquil; the only sound around was the water lapping up against the side of the few sailboats already in the water and a lone seagull's cry in the air.
And then this alternate red and green light blinking at me indicating the entrance to the small harbour.
At that moment, I really felt that Jay Gatsby was staring at me from the other shore waiting for his beloved Daisy to come and rescue him - the green light at my side beckoning him.