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I would be much more interested in discovering memory threads that I am not aware of and that could help me understand who I am today. Some of those unknown threads are embroidered in a way that constitutes us without our knowing of how or to what extent they do.

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I would be much more interested in discovering memory threads that I am not aware of and that could help me understand who I am today. Some of those unknown threads are embroidered in a way that constitutes us without our knowing of how or to what extent they do.

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Collective memory is a permanent reminder of how power shapes and dictates the predominant historical narrative of a nation and its people. Similarly, such a reminder obliges us to never forget the voices of those who were silenced, muted, and creates in us the responsibility to inscribe their memories in the narrative.

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Collective memory is a permanent reminder of how power shapes and dictates the predominant historical narrative of a nation and its people. Similarly, such a reminder obliges us to never forget the voices of those who were silenced, muted, and creates in us the responsibility to inscribe their memories in the narrative.

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I daydreamed of being unborn, floating in a black vacuum of non-existence. Truly a past illusion, a daydream.

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The collective memories I carry are that of oppressed gender and nation. They jolt into consciousness at surprising times and it took me a while to understand why I react to certain events so sensitively. Unfortunately, in my head those memories are usually negative. But they still can act as encouragement for positive change, to resist the history and create an opposite reality.

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The whole romanticized pagan era seems like a story of an unknown world where people lived by nature's rule and respected it. This sounds like a cosmic legend in today's environmental doomsday.

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All the times I have lied. Those moments stick out in the fabric of memories and if a thought gets caught on them the whole thing unravels unpleasantly.

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Gerą gyvenimą šiltuose kraštuose plaukiojant su banglentėmis. Nors iš tiesų nebuvo jis labai paprastas ir geras, šiluma ne visada buvo lengvai pakeliama, plaukiojant su banglentėmis prisigėriau daug užteršto vandens, o kartais būdavo be galo baisu. Baisu būdavo ne tik plaukiojant su banglentėmis, bet ir vaikštant gatvėmis, girdint apie mafijų kovas ir nužudytus žmones vietos naujienose.

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I believe there are a lot of lessons to be learnt from the collective memory, as well as a lot of limiting believes that make learning harder. I feel there is a lot of self doubt, pessimism and anger held in the collective memory that is affecting current generations in Lithuania.

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The emotional pain. I feel that emotional pain represented much less percentage of what I -as an adult- understand it represented. Yet, my psyche and emotional net at the time, deeply positioned that emotional pain as an incapacity to believe in life. And that definitely is unfair and made living harder.

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I always felt like my limiting self beliefs are tied up to my nation's contemporary history.

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Perhaps some embarassing moments from my early childhood, because I can't stop looking at them from an adult's point of view, as if I should have been more aware of what I was doing.

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Perhaps some embarassing moments from my early childhood, because I can't stop looking at them from an adult's point of view, as if I should have been more aware of what I was doing.

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I wouldn't like to forget even the most painful memories, as they bring a lesson