„Hello“, I say, when a young woman enters the hospital room.
She doesn’t look familiar.
She examines me closely, she seems to be looking for something in my face.
„Hello Day. Do you know, who I am?“, she asks me carefully and with a trustfully undertone.
„Should I do?“ If I should know her, I don’t have memories of it. She seems to know me anyway.
When I see her brown eyes filling with tears, I know, that I should know her.
But no matter, how hard I try, there aren’t any memories of her.
She is a stranger.