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It didn’t pass a day in which Giovanni Armerini could stop thinking about the pictures he saw in the album, those that portrayed him as a kid together with another peer of the time.
Every time he thought of it, he tried to understand whom that kid he was paying, laughing, running with, and every time it didn’t come to his mind. He couldn’t remember.
Then, when he passed by the picture in his bedroom, the one that portrayed him adult with two other people, both of them adults, but with almost a generation of difference, he was stuck in confusion.
He felt bad, in discomfort, realizing that he couldn’t remember basically anything about his past.
With days passing by, now he managed to come home when he went for a walk or shopping, but it was like his whole life started again after
