Anonymous Story
The first time I visited a small village in southern Italy, I knew where everything was.
I had never been there before. No family connection, no photos, no videos. But I knew which narrow street led to the church, where the old fountain would be, and which house had a blue door at the end of the lane.
My friends laughed at first and said maybe I had seen it online. But I had not.
The strangest moment came when I stood in front of the blue door. I suddenly felt deeply sad, like I had lost something there a long time ago.
I do not know if reincarnation is real. But that village felt less like a place I was visiting and more like a place I had finally returned to.