Before taking me with him to Italy three plus years ago, amore signed a letter of intent and gave it to my parents. Don’t know about you, but I’d circle “impressed”.
Sometimes we come back and then it’s time to “discover my immediate neighbourhood” as we did in primary school when I started it 40 years ago. This time it was surprisingly basic, almost pure.
You see, before moving to Italy I’d been living in the same street all my life. The only thing I managed was move a few houses down the street from my parents to another apartment they own.
I invite you to come along as if it’s your first time. This is Bežigrad district. The city of Ljubljana. The state of Slovenia. (Still Yugoslavia when I was growing up.) As hardcore a childhood as it gets.
I might be jovial about it but it was a lovely stroll down the memory lane. Full of trees and flowers, and lacking in inquisitive glances. Right by me.