And now there's no way I'm getting out of here.
I want to see snow!
I guess all I'll ever hear is reggae.
And it's not that I hate my country.
Or the region.
It really is.
But I want so badly to see the world!
To live on another continent.
I know you hate me.
It's clear that you do.
But can you just do me one favour?
Can I study with snow?
To do medicine?