I was running errands in a certain part of the city, so I decided to walk to a square where I lived 32 years ago and before that. I seldom go there. I sat on the bench and listened; it was very quiet, no cars, no people, just sunshine, green hedges and silence, that special kind of silence, the silence of the sun. And the hollow sound of some ship from farther off, because the sea was near.
And the memory of one girl, who gave me her picture. I went to the front door of that house and looked at the names beside the doorbells, but none of those people live there any more.
And very quiet sounds of playing children from the kindergarten farther away, but those very different children.