This place won't be the same

This place won't be the same. I read that, as soon as I stepped off the metro at Genova. I don't know what the sticker was advertising but it spoke to me, personally. It echoed in my mind and my heart. This place really won't be the same. I knew it from the start, before my steps hit the pavement of this city. And I knew I'd see our ghosts, I knew they'd haunt me. My only comfort? I knew you've walked these streets with me. Sure, not me physically. But I knew... you carried me then and I could feel it. I walked, not learning or discovering but recognizing, remembering.