One day I suddenly thought, "My goodness, where's Gareth?"So, I started looking. Last I heard, he was working with the British Army in Iraq, doing long stints: I tracked him down to prison cell in Kuwait. He had been used as a drug mule, nabbed and sentenced to death by hanging. His death was commuted to life and then further reduced to 15 years.When I located him, he had already been inside for four years. Thereafter I sent him a letter, every month, for 67 consecutive months. My Letters to Kuwait, were received by Gareth on his hidden device: news and comment on life in South Africa, my reflections on humanity and our world.In mid-2018, one of the prison warders whispered to him that his name had appeared on a list and his release was imminent. Gareth Rutherford will be home soon.Soon after the jailer's whisper, I began re-reading my 67 letters and between each one, I inserted a short chapter.This project visits the lives of two old friends, living far apart, both trapped: One in a foreign jail ... deprived of liberty ... but with no responsibility, the other short-leashed to a rat-wheel alimony trap of his own making. And the joys and sorrows that go along with our enchanting life, here on Earth.