You showed up claiming to be somebody we know. We all see you as a man who has lost his identity—in fact, a man who has lost his mind…
Did you have to sneak home like a thief in the night?
Build a life elsewhere.
Studying the handwriting on the envelope, his eyes lit up in recognition. But then a frown crept across his face and he wondered how a letter simply marked TADUNO—no last name, no address, just Taduno—managed to reach him in a nameless foreign town.