I took this frame in the middle of a warm evening on a busy shopping street. The crowd flowed by—quick glances, weekend chatter, the usual rhythm of a city centre. But what caught my eye was this man, sitting quietly on the kerb, Italian flags resting against a tree, another in his hands, waving lightly in the breeze. He wore a mask, a straw cap, and sandals. Behind him, mannequins lit up glossy storefronts. In front of him, passers-by moved without pause. For a second, I stood still with the camera. Then I saw it. The flag, mid-motion—green, white, red. The symbol of a nation, fluttering not from a balcony,…