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1989, the year I’ve spent five memorable months in a small fishing town in Italy. It was recommended by my doctor to send me away to live at a seaside and luckily for me my parents could afford it. 1989 was the year I met him. I’ve never told this story to anyone, but even now so many years later it is still fresh in my mind. I think now the time has finally come to put down on paper the sequence of events that happened twenty years ago.