Take a sip of a strong aromatic drink, recipe of which is one of the many secrets of Jackie Summers. Close your eyes and let your brain slowly recognize layers of cinnamon, clove and cardamom. Feel the gentle late summer breeze on your face and comfort yourself in a large red garden chair on the roof terrace of the Bushwick apartment of the writer Jackie Summers. You are about to hear a story. A true story. A story about how nothing compares to happiness and about how nothing hurts more than the pain only love can bring…