Torture on a Mediterranean Island

Paris is windy, the plane very bumpy coming in to Orly.
I finally sent the annual toothpaste e-mail and got this photo in reply. It simply said “Torture on a Mediterranean Island October 2006”.
I hope I get the toothpaste as I am in serious “get healthy” mode at the moment starting with getting my teeth fixed. Other aspects of this dramatic u-turn in my lifestyle include: only eat chinese or japanese food, drink green tea, eat slowly and have more sex.
I have only used this salty German toothpaste for the last few decades so all my German friends and ex-friends get regular demands for the stuff which is exported no-where and apparently unavailable on the internet (or maybe my non-existent German is the problem, Mein Gott in Himmel).
The photo says a lot to me actually. The ex-friend is question is still having his breakfast alone every morning and therefore, most probably, going to bed alone every night. Plus he wants to show off that he can afford luxury Mediterranean island holidays in October. This is all he deserves really but that is another story involving screwing my sister and getting her arrested. The toothpaste is really the only redeeming factor about him. Poor fish.