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She opens her eyes, yawn and gets herself roused. She has woken up, looking around in the bedroom. She wonder; What is this, where am I. She doesn’t recognise or remember anything. When she loos at the other side of the bed, there is a man lying. The man in the bed wakes up too, he gives her kiss on her cheek and says good-morning.

She gets up from the bed, very confused, finds her way to the bathroom. Inside, she closes the door, starring herself in the mirror. Thinking, who am I, what am I doing here? That woman in the mirror is a complete stranger to her. It’s pail face, an expression in the eyes that she can’t understand. The strange man who’s lain in her bed before is knocking on the door. He’s getting ready to go to his work. She open the door, he gives her a kiss on he cheek again and says goodbye.

Now she’s lonely in the house. She’s loafing from room to room. Finds out that she likes the environment rather well. Nice curtains, flowers, pictures on wall and so on. The following hours she spends with looking at photos a papers. Like an intruder in a foreign house. Anyway, she finds out her name, age and even that she lives in this terraced house. By looking in the photo-albums she sees a lot of people, most of them seems to be her family and friends. The man she met this morning appears to live in the house with her.

• Can that be my man? She asks herself.

The phone is ringing and she answers it. It’s a friend of hers. They have a little chat about all and nothing and then the friend is asking some strange questions, like; has everything arrange itself? She can’t answer these questions, because she doesn’t know what her friend is talking about.

In the afternoon the man comes home. Over again he gives her a kiss on her cheek. Now she’s absolutely sure. That has to be my man! They talk a while and she tells him, that she doesn’t remember anything at all. He tells her a bit about their lives. They have two children together (which spend a couple of days at their grandmother house). They have lived together in a house a bit outside the village. For a couple of months ago she had left him. She and the children moved in to the terraced house. He said; but we have solved our problems now and started over again with our relationship He has moved in to her and the kids recently.

The only thing she sees is a foreign man. Does she love him?