It's to the best of our knowledge. I'm Anne Strain Champs.

Sometimes it seems like there are two kinds of people in the world.

There are those who like other people, and there are those who could do without them.

I always figured I was in the first camp, but then I went to Spain.

We were in the Sevilla for the winter holidays, and it was sunny and warm. There were street musicians here and there. In the early

evening, everybody comes out to walk. The city becomes this giant, happy, outdoor party, and I loved it for about half an hour.

People kept coming out more, more and more people.

And they were all headed in one direction.

I remember we stopped somebody and said, where are you going?

And he just looked at us and laughed and said, I don't know. My daughter was wearing a red coat

and I kept trying to always have a bit of her in eyesight. I just, I struggled, this current,

take it, couldn't breathe, just needed to get out.

So we wound our way with some difficulty back into some narrower side streets.

Some things did calm down. It was quieter. I could hear my breath. And when we finally got back to our apartment where we were

staying, my daughter said, see, isn't Spain amazing? Wasn't it wonderful seeing all those people out?

This is why I want to live here. And my son and I looked at each other and at the exact same moment,

we said, that was hell.

And that's our theme today.

Hell is other people.

That's actually a famous line from French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre, and it was his description,

not of crowded streets, but of the human condition. In 1944, Sartre wrote a play

called No Exit. It's the story of three characters who arrive in hell, expecting flames and

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