CHAPTER 11
Fred was seized with dizziness and blinded by a bright green light which filled his soul with serenity, and finally he found himself laying in a small day-lit white room. It was a very strange sensation that he was feeling. He knew that it was a memory and not a dream. He was perfectly aware of that, and yet, despite that certainty, he couldn’t move nor act. It was absolutely frustrating. Being able to do nothing but relive, just as a spectator, what he had already lived wasn’t natural, also because the only thing he could do was to see what his eyes had already seen. He was somehow disappointed. For some reason he had imagined he could relive his emotions as well, but it wasn’t like that. It was almost like watching a movie.
His own self of ten years ago was just looking arou
