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At the IISH with a researcher from the U.S. visiting for two weeks

I once met a person using a blue water bottle that looks like the bottle I used to own, or was it my brother’s? The bottle was so trivial, hold no emotional value, have no place in my memory. Yet I remember the color, how I opened the lid and drank from it. I knew it was the same bottle from my memory as soon as I saw it.

It had been months since I saw the person with the bottle, there was not a day, even a single moment where I think about the bottle.

Now I have forgotten its shape, how and when I used it, the information was downloaded without my permission in a split second and deleted after the remaining duration of the same second.

I think I owned the blue water bottle?