I remember not feeling pain or distress the day I was raised. I just opened my eyes and saw what was around me. A room with white walls, no windows or doors. I looked at my right hand, opened it, watched the palm, the nails, passed it on my face, in order to recognize myself. He lay on a bed. I got up and walked around the room, touched the wall and it flashed and then I saw nothing else.
This story was made by a friend of mine (Anjolino).
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