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| Bucuresti, 2007 |
I have no memories below age of 12, meaning 6th grade. Nothing. Just some flashes of a bulky Volga taxi's backseat they put me into rushing to the emergency room when I fell with my butt in a piece of glass. Not the pain, not what happened to the hospital, just the taxi.
I know many things about the period from what my mother and relatives are telling me, from the old family pictures, but I don't remember a single thing.
I don't know if this is normal or not. Cami is remembering from the age of 3. Over the years I have developed an obsession about it. I have tried many things, made a lot of efforts and unfortunately a lot of suppositions.
Like any other activity when you dig for something, some other things will pop up. I had good surprises, bad surprises and discovered some things I am not very proud of and will take me a lot of time to integrate.
However, the discovering journey it is a destination in itself. But, thank you U2, I still haven't found what I am looking for. Have you?