Well I’m getting near the end of my journey into the past, just 13 days left in Melbourne, but I guess we are always travelling that path, memory. Sitting here in front of the European is something I’ve done many times both before and after coma, a test for my memory. Probably one of the main events here before was my fathers 70th birthday, and after there was yesterday. My father’s bday was dinner downstairs with all siblings and yesterday was coffee downstairs then upstairs at Siglo, previously it took me hours to recall yesterday. There, my memory has indeed improved through this journey.
Melbourne
