Keeping a promise and meeting myself back in beautiful Verona

Today I travelled back through time. I found the younger me from 30 years ago. He was just where I left him. I knew where he would be. It was easy to reconnect, to re-find the feelings of the person I was. He was in a time before being a consultant or a father. So much was ahead of him.

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We were both walking around the arena in Verona. It's an ancient Roman amphitheatre. The younger me had promised the older one that we would return one day and watch an opera on a beautiful Italian evening.

It would be summer, and I would be able to stroll home in the warm evening after the event. The opera would finish after midnight and the bars would still be open. I knew exactly how it should work and I came back to live the experience 30 years later.

As the younger man, I remember walking around the stone steps of the arena. It is remarkably perfect. More than the one in Rome. This one is still living, not just a monument to the past. The stone steps at the top of the amphitheatre also serve as seats. We both walked the steps. I joined him where he once stood and looked down at the stage.

We overlapped. He wondered who I would be when I returned. There have been children between us. His wife still my wife. Almost all of my career as a doctor lies between us.