When I was ten, I got given a discarded library book. Unusually for me, I can’t remember its title or author.  Sometime in the 1990s, my mum threw it out. I would dearly love to find it again; I think about it at least once a week.

The plot went something like this: a young tourist (possibly Australian or English) goes to a small town (possibly in Italy or Greece). He starts having strange feelings and strange memories. He is drawn to a particular grave in the cemetery. The date of death of the man buried there is his own date of birth. He is then drawn to a house. An old woman lives there. He tells the woman that she is his mother. The woman doesn’t believe him; her son has been dead for years. He says that when he was a boy growing up in this house, he hid something he stole behind a loose brick. He goes to the brick, removes it and finds the object (whatever it is) and the woman bursts into tears.

I don’t remember the rest. There is something about a motorbike. Perhaps he died in a motorbike accident?

The cover has a skull on it? (Maybe)

It’s a small paperback, at most eighty pages. It was written for teenagers? Children?

Do you know what it’s called? Please, please put me out of my wondering.