Today I saw him again, I’ve been seeing him since November 1978. The same hair, the same nose, the same twisted mouth; the same humor, the same insanity for sanity, the same kindness. I remember the exact day we met, it was November the tenth, I think. I remember because my grandmother died three days before, and the sky changed from blue to gray the entire month. One hectic day on the Square, the white sun blinded me with his glare and we bumped into each other. I said ‘It’s my fault’ and he said ‘I know’. I’ve been waiting for over thirty years, many have talked, many have left, but many have stayed. It’s always the same as I remember his name on November the tenth. We shall not judge the silly heart.