The Early Memories of an Amnesiac

POST SCRIPT

I will end my Memoir here because the years spent in prison had ended my childhood. Now I quite understand how and why I have become the person who I am these days, in my "golden years".

Looking back now to Parts One and Two I can see the great efforts of my Parents to give us the proper home and care in those times and circumstances. By nature I was a very sensitive and a love-craving child who - when felt abandoned - was trying to break out from her parents strict excogitation and life-style. I was strong-willed and hardheaded but was ruled by my heart. Maybe this was the reason I always felt so much closer to my Father.

I grew apart from my Mother because she was giving all her time and care to my Dad who was much older and gravely ill in the last years of his life. I was desperately trying to fit into their "bubble" but then I gave up and went my own way. As a child I acquired a few friends of my own and tried to avoid the rigid rules of our "elite social class" which I was put into by birth. I would do everything for my friends as long as they loved me. Then ironically my birth privileges were wiped out by History - very drastically and painfully - Parts Three and Four can testify to that.

It took me a long time, well into my teenage years, to get emotionally close to my Mamikám. But after that we went through a lot together.

Would I do things differently if I were given a chance? Of course not, I just wouldn’t know how.