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At the corner of Stournari Street I turned left and stopped at the newsstand. Waiting for the traffic light to change from red to green was enough for the picture in my head to reappear for the third time on that mid-August afternoon. I passed my mother's house quickly and immediately stopped. I went back the way I came, crossed the street and jumped on a bench in the shade of the green trees. I looked up at the mass of leaves, which seemed like the silent waves of the sea.