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It crept up on me gradually, that consistent, strong sense of
deja vu. This is Dobra in Poland's Małopolska province and yet, though I've never been here before, I had a strong sense of the familiar familiarity, as comfortable in my mind as it's ever been, that these scenes I've observed elsewhere, at some other time. Was this Kentucky? Virginia? Oregon?
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I lay awake in my guesthouse bed, listening to the occasional night-time traffic, overpowered by memories as crystal clear as those to my childhood in West London, memories I've always had, just as familiar -
yet not of this life. I seek to discover what is causing these flashbacks.
The picture below has been Photoshopped to click closer with that atmosphere of 1940s/1950s small town America.
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