RED TRACE – ŽILINA
The fuzzy woman’s voice sounded clearer now. It was a doctor, who welcomed me back to reality.
‘What is your name?’, she asked again.
‘My name is …,’ I got stuck in the middle of the sentence. The drawer in my head, which I automatically opened, was empty. And not just this one… I realized I knew absolutely nothing about myself.
I woke up at Žilina hospital. The doctor explained that I was found at Mariánske square with no ID, no phone, but with a severe concussion. When they found me I only had an empty backpack and a folded scrap of paper in my pocket.
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