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Where am I? It looks like a party. A formal one. I'm dressing a... suit? Wait? What's my name? I need to sit. There's a empty chair right there. I walk there, a bit buzzed. I'm probably drunk, or almost it. Now I noticed that I'm holding a cup, half-full of some drink. I smell it. I don't know how, but I know it's a Black Label. In my pockets there's a phone and an ID. For my despair, it's written in a lenguage I don't understand. Now I noticed that the music is also in a foreign lenguage. But what's MY lenguage anyway? I think it's called English. I check the phone. It's luckily in English, but I don't know the password. I start be in despair. I need to breathe, I need to get out of here, I need to know who am I. No. Calm down. One question by time. First, my name. I check the ID again. My name is Jonathan. The lenguage in it appears to be French. Jonathan isn't a French name, I guess. So, I'm a immigrant or something. However I can't speak French. Second step, where am I. Looking around I think it's a militar party. Some suits have medals or pattern on it. My own suit has a militar mark. So I'm in France, in a militar party, and I'm a militar. Next, what to do? I need to get someone who speaks English. Probably a higher pattern, or just an official, will be able to understand me. But everyone here is an official. Someone calls my name, with a French accent, pulling me out of my thoughts. A young man walks to me, with a smile in his face. He appears to be drunk as well. He opens his mouth and say something. I can't understand him, obviously. I speak in English with him, asking to speak in private. He looks weirdly to me and speaks more incomprehensible words. I ask him again, this time showing a bit of fear, begging for him to speak English. He accepts the deal and with an accent reforced by the alcohol tells me to follow him. We go outside, to a grass artificial field. I can see a luminous city in the night. At the background, the Eiffel tower shines with glory. He speaks to me again in French, but stops in the middle and restarts in English. He asks me what is going on. Awkwardly, I answer I don't know who I am. He starts laughing and speaks more in French. I don't blame him. Anyone would think I'm joking. I look to him and I swear I'm talking the truth. And I say everyone I know. I don't know who is he, why I'm here and I don't speak French. I also have no memories of anything, and almost no knowledge about this world. All I know is my name and my location. Nothing else. I'm almost screaming, in a strange feeling of lost. Now he is listening. He holds my shoulders and look into my eyes. He speaks more French, trying to see my reaction, which is nothing but confusion and fear. He tells me his name, Pierre, and says he'll call an ambulance. A few hours later I am being examinated in all possible ways. In the end they found out that my health is perfect, but there's traces of a strange substance in my blood. I stay in the hospital through night. Pierre goes talk to me by the morning. He tells I'm a general for the French army, even though I was American. We were at war, and this party was to celebrate one great victory, commanded by me. Apparently I am some kind of war genius, that wins every battle that I fight. Pierre is my closest friend, the reason I came to France. He is an official that works directly to me. While we chat, another official comes in. They found out what the substance in my blood. It's a poison, developed by the French army. It doesn't kills, but erases all the victim memory and knowledge, except for it's mother lenguage. For safety reasons just the amount necessary to affect one man was in stock, in a bottle at the HQ. The bottle disappeared hours before I lost my identity. The last thing the man say before leaving the room was that the effect was permanent. I can never go back to be the great general I was.
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