Casablanca, Morocco [1]

It has been three months since our arrival in this city, we have settled in a new house in a minimalist style but still adopting the typical Moroccan traditional structural architecture. My emotional state is more stable than before, I don't look like a confused person anymore, even though I still have amnesia.

The phone that my husband gave me made it easier for me to surf in cyberspace to access all information about other countries, including about Indonesia, the country where I came from. This phone is also very helpful for me to learn to speak French and Arabic, the two languages ​​spoken in this city.

The doctor said that the amnesia I had was not that bad, and over time all those memories would return. I still quite remember my country of origin but could not clearly describe what happened to me there. Everything was just a very minimal piece of information flashing through my brain.