In my dreams, I find myself enjoying my retirement life, peaceful and fruitful in a small city. No wars, no protesting crowds, no discriminations, no demonstrations, no serious crimes, no assassinations, nor beggars, as perfect as in heaven. Don't get me wrong, I am still alive! The city is in a tiny country. Perhaps, this is the reason I like to live here! Contrarily, my friends living in big countries always complain to me about how difficult life has become due to great competitions locally and internationally. Now, I have the funny feelings that the bigger the country is, the more issues and problems it will encounter. Once the snowballs of problems become so huge it will eventually disintegrate into smaller countries, and life might become simple and happy again.