LXVII
Giovanni Armerini couldn’t understand yet why his mind removed everything of the past. Every time he tried to remember, he could only visualize an unvarying black.
Completely dark, he thought, how is that possible?
One morning he woke up early, like he usually did since he got home from the hospital, then, after drinking a coffee, he sat on the couch in the living room and closed his eyes, hoping that he could focus enough to visualize something that happened before the day to nurse told him that he could get his stuff because, according to the doctors, he was healed.
First of all, he tried to relax all his muscles, then he did the same with his mind.
Got to that state, he tried to remember as much as possible; soon he realized his memory was limited to only a few, rather vague
