Sky

Sky

Do you ever just stop —
for no particular reason — and look up at the sky?

Do you ever get the feeling… that something here isn’t quite right?

For several years, almost every single day,
I’d sit on the terrace, drinking coffee,
and I’d just stare at the sky.
No reason.
Just watching.

A wide, beautiful space above me —
nothing dramatic.
Just blue.
Clouds.
A nice view.
That’s all.

But it wouldn’t let me rest.
Something about that sky didn’t match what I remembered.
You understand?

When I was just a child —
the last time I saw the real sky…
the one from the world I came from —
it looked nothing like what I see now.

This sky —
here and now —
it feels low.
The whole dome above us feels like it’s been brought down.

Planes flying so low that I can see the colors on their wings?
The letters? The markings?

How is that even possible —
when a commercial airplane is supposed to fly at 30,000 feet or more,
and I can still see all that detail —
and I wear glasses?

Maybe that’s normal…
for people from here.
Maybe it’s just how things are on this version of Earth.

But not for someone who remembers something entirely different.
That’s the point.

That’s exactly the point.

I’m not saying it’s some deliberate manipulation,
or that someone changed it on purpose —
no.

All I’m saying is:
my memory remembers something else.
What I saw — what I knew —
when I was just a few years old.

And maybe that’s why, for so long,
I kept having this strange feeling…
that something isn’t quite right.

I want to say that what I saw and see does not match the pattern from my memory… seemingly everything is as it was, but nothing fits….

t could very well be the result of overwritten memory and technical memory —
of course it could.
And not just possibly — highly likely.

For me,
it all began when I was just a child.
And I remember that moment with absolute clarity —
the moment I was taken…
and the moment I returned to the exact same place in time.

It’s unbelievable, but in what must have been 2 or 3 seconds here on Earth…
over 80 years had passed.
Just like that.
In one breath.
And for me — it was probably much, much more.

If I’m not mistaken…
then it’s very possible —
that I’m now well over 200 years old.