Mr. A, a psychiatrist, lit a cigarette and frowned and said to me: "Someone once did a psychological experiment to show a group of people 10 pictures of themselves, and one of them was It's fake. In this photo they are having fun in the playground with their parents. Most people said they had an impression of the fake photo - saying that the sky was blue and there were colorful balloons all around the family. Very happy! The memory is so strange, it changes itself and fills in the details that don't exist..."
"You mean, it's all my imagination? The massacre of Lebanese women crying is like the one that doesn't exist. The photo is the same"
"Maybe you can still remember who was with you at that time"
"And... our junior high school classmate you know, Mr. B"
"Good, then go find him"
"He's in the Netherlands"
"This... ... if you're really bothered, go to Holland"
"So you came all the way from Israel for this?"
"Yeah, I've had that dream for a year in a row"
"Nightmare?"
"No way. Said a nightmare is a gray dream. You know the background is gray and we are lying in the Mediterranean Sea. In
front of me is Beirut, a dark yellow, and the flares falling slowly turn the city into a bright dark yellow. At this time, you and I have many more Unknown people stood up from the Mediterranean, walked naked and slowly towards Beirut, which was roaring with artillery fire.”
"You and me?? No no you must have made a mistake. We have been separated since the beginning of the war no no I'm not in Beirut and I'm on a speedboat called the Love Boat. All the people were binge drinking and I was the only one there. The stern threw up like a pig and I was paralyzed... can't hear anything I just saw a huge object in the ocean like we swam and it climbed aboard - a woman a huge naked A woman, she gently picked me up like a baby, jumped into the water and walked slowly, I was lying on her warm belly..."
"So we weren't together then?"
"Yes, we weren't together. You can ask Mr. C, maybe he knows where you were at that time?"
"Patchouli, do you know how to use patchouli?"
This is Mr. C, my roommate, patchouli is just a perfume for others ——It's an attitude
to life "People always tell me that you are running too fast and we can't keep up! What should I do? Patchouli! This strong smell cannot be concealed even on the battlefield..."
" Uh, we're not going to talk about patchouli today, I'm here to ask you a question: Where was I when the massacre happened?"
"You? Where were you? Um... I have to think about it for over 20 years. It's been more than 20 years. At that time, our daily routine was like this: wake up from the beach in the morning, eat fried eggs and enjoy the sea breeze, then the phone rang and let us go to catch terrorists...
catch terrorists, this is our daily life At work, they usually hide in the street and mingle with the crowd, but the task that day was in the woods. The sky was clear and the sun was shining through the leaves. I was a little dazed for a while. Walking with light dancing steps... Suddenly our tank was blown apart with a bang. I heard someone shout to me: C! When I turned around, I saw a little boy with a portable rocket launcher shooting him, and he died.
" Am I here too?"
"You? Maybe um.. who knows I remember the boy in a pool of blood."
I walked out of the house and the street was bustling for a while and I didn't know where to go. The memory was strange very strange En very strange
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