We didn't know it at the time, but only steps away was the archaeological museum that held artifacts predating this one stone by thousands of years.
This is where my father grew up. It was his first home, and he hadn't seen it in over 40 years. For the first time, we swam in that river together.
The echoes of a sweet, sad voice finally travelled far enough, weaving in between the imposing apartments, to reach our ears. This was the first time I experienced saudade.