We figured out that something traumatised me when I was 36, but we couldn’t find out what it was. So Jessica let me go back in time, physically, marching backwards in space… 48…46…43… until 36.
“Where are you?” she asked me.
I see the room where I used to live at that time. I’m between the bed and the closet, facing the closet.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing, I’m just standing there…”
And then, from the left, a little bit behind me, there is this memory emerging. The neighbor’s kid fell out of the window and died. The window is exactly there from were the memory emerged, I mean really in reality. When I’m between the bed and the closet, facing the closet, I just have to look to the left, a little bit behind me and I can see through my window to the window on the opposite side of the street, the window the kid fell out of.
I found it really impressive that it was so three-dimensional.
Annick N., Brussels