How I miss Trento. This scene, once so familar. Passed everyday. The sounds, the light. The air was different. Have you felt that? Another city, just the same you, but what you see, breathe, hear and feel is altogether different. Does that make a different you? Do you like that version better? Is it still there when you've moved on? Of course. Well, maybe not. She's lost to time. To a place. And she lives only in nostalgia.