Freshly graduated from school in the summer of 2012, we had sat on many a scorching rooftop, rolled many a joint and listened to almost every Bob Marley track ever written as the oven-like heat radiated over us. We had discussed plans of living out a hippie revolution, inspired by the tales of Jack Kerouac and William Burroughs, and hoped for our own 21st century version of the Summer of Love.