The Parco Ducale in Parma is a green island at the heart of the city, commonly referred to as ‘the Garden’. It is the place that saw my first steps, a fascinating destination of many a spring afternoon as a child and teenager. With its hard benches, it was the stage for the endless discussions, plans, and dreams that mark one’s coming of age.
During my many years abroad, I rarely returned to the Garden. Until when, recently, in the twilight of a late autumn day, in rediscovering the old paths and the familiar corners, I glimpsed the ghosts of the many seasons I had lived there.
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