"I used to work in a factory. I spent all my youth on that job. And now look at me. I don't work now and yet I have a lot of money. I have three expensive cars in the back of my house. And I can also buy a house in any country in the world at any time," Keita said.
I listened to him for the second hour straight. I drank the most delicious green tea, but to be honest I liked black tea with sugar better. Also, Keita is a good cook and I was surrounded by all sorts of dishes.
Keita talked non-stop. Well, Areta left. And I didn't know where he was. His absence made me look nervously at my watch. Sometimes I couldn't understand what Keita was saying.
"Areta told me everything. I'm sorry," he said and at that very moment I could make out his eyes. His eyes were big, kind but tired.
"Yes. I have lost my memory. I don't remember who I am or who I was. But I don't want to remember. Not now. Somehow I feel like my past will only hurt me."
