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Memories come to me, evoked from a glimpse. I embark into an inner journey through my memories while I pack my belongings. Feelings of detachment, uprooting, nostalgia and emptiness appear. I discard objects while retrieving memories. I reflect on my identity before the empty space and the moments lived. Images emerge from the most intimate me, in the midst of removal and a new beginning. I review my family files and, after a short-lived appearance of memories, a dialogue between the past and the present that defines me, emerges.