Naples, Italy 
opening my eyes I felt very disoriented and sleepy. I let out a groaned sigh as I lift my head up from the semi-hard service my arms and head were resting on. I look around at the large room full of books and only a few people. there was a calmness in the building that was tense and relaxed at the same time. But what struck me was that this place didn’t seem familiar to me.
I try to think back to where I am but nothing comes to me, my head is completely blank. Assuming it’s sleeping, I turn to the pile of books around me. I close the book I’ve been lying on and read the title. “Historical Architecture”. I pick up another book that says. “Building styles and techniques of the past”. With a frown, I close the books and get up. Nothing here gives me any indication of where I am and what I’m doing here, and because I still don’t know, I’m starting to panic a little.
okay okay okay, I was here to… no idea, reading about architecture apparently. Why on earth can’t I remember anything!? maybe I took notes while reading!?. I quickly look around the table for a notebook, but no luck. no, why isn’t there a notebook!?. panicked I grab a book and open only the cover. Inside there’s a piece of paper with a few names. One of them sounds familiar: Leira Carrier. After that a few more names are written.
I look around once more and my eyes fall on a little tray with a sign that says: used books here, return borrowed books at the reception please. I think for a minute before putting all the books on the tray and I walk out of the building and into a loud and busy city. People are everywhere going somewhere while walking past me. the noises of the people and the machines that speed by, overwhelm me in my disorientated state and while covering my ears I start to walk.
Soon after I see a big moving machine (bus) and I jump in. without thinking I take out a little piece of paper and hold it against a machine that gives a beep. I look at the driver and he just gives me a nod, so I nod back.
I then sit down, a little confused about what I’m doing, but the machine drives away and without the noise, I can see the streets and buildings fly by.
I’m so focussed on looking around, I only vaguely hear the words final stop, but don’t respond. Then the voice of the driver brings me back. “Miss, I suggest you get off here, this bus is going to get stationed,” He said and I nod. I slowly get up and walk out of the…bus.
I am now at a square in the middle of the city. There are shops, cafes and other things. in the middle of the square is a fountain that catches my eye. I walk over and sit on the edge looking at the city and people around me. Hopefully, there is someone or something here who knows me or can get my memory back.
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