This story was told to me by my father on one occasion when I visited him in his summer house, already old and hurt by the death of my mother, he tells me that even in his old age he has not managed to forget my mother, an unforgettable love that is how he has classified it, a love that he says passed between the train stations, a genuine love full of summers, autumns and winters together, he says that he achieved a connection with that person who was my mother, her memories and the feeling of having loved endlessly is what keeps him alive, tell me, have you had an unforgettable love story like that?