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One evening, I remember standing at the beginning of a street I had not visited in years, looking around. The street seemed unchanged: the same sidewalks, the same bakery on the corner, the same slope. But human memory does not preserve spaces as they are. It enlarges places we miss and shrinks those we have forgotten. As I walked down that street, I felt as if I had come face to face with my former self from years ago—as if, when I turned the corner, I would meet that old child, hurrying along,

The Final Shake I was in my final year at university. Only three courses remained before graduation. I took the make-up exams and passed two of them. Everything seemed to be coming to an end. But one course remained: Complex Number Theory. When the results were announced, a strange emptiness opened inside me. My grade was low. I had failed. I immediately went to the professor’s office. I asked him to review my paper again. Because if I passed this course too, I would graduate. I explained at len