Carine always carried a whistle with her. Those who really knew her also knew that in fact, she carried two of them, just in case. She thought she could drop one, or it could get stuck, or it could have been a day for not that whistle, for example. She had her own way with all presents she was giving. They always were small instruments, a clicker, a set of castanets, a harmonica, or a whistle. The only thing was to pack it right, so she also carried some small, colorful papers she’d use for the occasion. She wanted to create some opportunity for people to play, disregarding the profession and musical skills of the gift recipient. Music makes people happy. “Let’s make everybody happy,” she used to say.