Christmas was approaching. Instead of a festive atmosphere, I felt only gloom. I needed more than a change – I needed an escape. The decision was made: Puerto Rico. The laptop stayed at home. I flew into the unknown.

The next day. I wandered the aisles of the local supermarket, my mind empty. Then my eyes were drawn to a massive package of dried Canadian wild blueberries. Two kilograms. A strange shiver ran through my whole body – a mix of intuition and irrational hope. Without thinking, I bought the bag.

I ate them by the handful, almost ritualistically. It was a week of quiet anticipation. And one morning I felt something I hadn’t known for months: lightness. The pains that had tormented me for so long were gone. My body started working again, as if waking from a long nightmare.

I returned home with cautious joy. I waited for the illness to come back. It didn’t.