the art of remembering

Ikky did not expect what was in the room, it was a room about 4 meters wide, by about 10 meters long, and on each wall there were several paintings. Perhaps it would be better to say a photo, or a hyperrealistic image, it was like being in a strange underground art gallery. But the strangest thing was not that, it was that he knew the scenes that were represented in the paintings, at least most of them, since every three known paintings had a strange scene that the boy could not recognize:

The house of his parents where he was born and raised, was a small house within the military neighborhood that fed the military base of Morón de la Frontera, the place where his father was stationed at the time of his birth.