I had no meetings planned for the day. Instead, my wife had two not—pleasant but necessary appointments: with the eye doctor and the dentist.It didn't help that I didn't have any meetings scheduled because it was as if I did. I always accompany my wife to such appointments.

When I think about the past and events in my past, I always have to remember that thirty years ago, there was a reset. Then, following a fire that took my house and everything in it, I lost most of the memories that were supported by photographs.

A new Wednesday that has come and is already ready to go compels me to recount my most recent walk, which happened only two days ago.I finally had a rare walk, which can happen only once or twice a year. I had to travel 450 km—the distance between my home in Bucharest and my younger brother's home in northern Romania, my grandparents' former home, where I grew up.

Like most people, I love animals. They remind me of my childhood and my relationship with many animals, big and small, as happens when you live in the country.Unfortunately, and with much regret, I now remember that, in my childhood, my love for animals, especially small ones, was often murderous.

With small but sure steps, spring is settling permanently into our lives. Like all seasons, this fleeting season is remarkable because it reminds us of rebirth—the rebirth of nature after winter and, metaphorically, the revival of each of us after a difficult moment when we have lost hope.

Among the hundreds of walks I have done in Iasi, one of the most beautiful cities in Romania, also known as the cultural capital of Romania, I chose one at random, accessing the photo archive.It wasn't quite like that. I searched through the photo archive for something compatible with converting from color to black and white, and that's how I ended up at an old and pleasant walk through Iasi.