And when he returned, those he thought were friends turned out to be strangers. They say we move through the darkness alone, that we are not the people we once were, that we do not step in the same river twice.
This is what he discovered. The rains that were once forbidding, the streets and buildings that once intimidated him. The drink-soaked nights, the warm hearths, loving hearts and sounds of laughter that made his heart palpitate with excitement. They turned out to be the avenues of this city, one filled with strangers.