I think . . . in my memories, the ones from home . . . if I remembered things like Pavo, or the games, in the same way I remember pieces of that life here . . . I wouldn't think it was real at all. It's too different.
And now, here . . . people are remembering things that I don't remember at all, but . . . isn't it the same? I don't know how everything connects, or how they can be real, but . . . that doesn't mean that they aren't. It just means that there's things I don't know.