a headache if I read for too long. If this is mine then I’ve been to China, had a great time in Beijing and it looks like I’m heading for Xi’an. It’s funny, I know what China means, and Beijing seems right as the capital. I’m not sure where Xi’an is though. I suppose I’ll find out if I keep reading.’
‘Now you’re awake and I have spoken to you quite a lot it sounds like you might be from England. Does that seem likely? Your diary starts in London and your accent does not sound like any American or Australian I have spoken to.’
She shrugged. ‘It feels right. England? London? They both sound familiar but I’m not completely sure that they have any connection with my life. At the moment when I try to remember anything I just feel a sense of panic because there’s nothing there, so I rush back to the present. That’s why I was so frightened when I thought that this might really be the past. It’s almost like I want to be here, now, because it’s all that feels real. Does that make any sense? Do other people with amnesia feel like this?’
Ekachai raised his eyebrows in sympathy. ‘Unfortunately I have little experience with this kind of illness. I only know that in most cases it is temporary. I hope, in your case, it will not last too long – I also would like to know who you are.’
He stood up as though he was about to leave but then seemed to change his mind. ‘Perhaps now you are ready to see this,’ he said, reaching into the pocket of the striped shirt that he was wearing under his white coat. ‘Perhaps it will help to convince you that this is very much the present.’
Kai expected some kind of medical apparatus, a thermometer or a watch, so she was surprised when he unfolded a piece of paper and presented it to her. It was a cutting from a newspaper, written in English, from the top of a page so she could see that the date was early December. She’d already ascertained today’s date from one of the nurses so she knew that the paper was only about ten days old. Already its colour was turning creamy and some of the creases were threatening to become tears. She handled it carefully, unwilling to cause any damage.
Woman found in Mysterious Circumstances
Doctors at San Kamphaeng Hospital in Chiang Mai are puzzled by the identity of a woman who was admitted on Wednesday. She was discovered unconscious and suffering from head injuries, cuts and a high fever at the base of a cliff near Mae La-Na by a local villager. Police have been unable to discover the identity of the woman as she had no documentation among her possessions. The mystery woman has been unconscious since she was found despite the best efforts of doctors to revive her. She is described as being of medium height, blonde hair, light brown eyes and possibly European or American. She was wearing light green trousers and a white T-shirt when she was brought to the hospital.
If anyone has any information regarding this woman please contact Chiang Mai police on 774-2257.
At first she couldn’t really comprehend that the article was about her, even though Ekachai had already told her the circumstances under which she’d been found. This was too concrete, too factual; it felt like reading her own obituary. How could she be a story in a newspaper, an accident statistic? This shouldn’t be happening. She was a real person with a real life, somewhere. She passed the scrap of paper back to the doctor, unable to conceal the trembling in her hands and took a deep, ragged breath.
‘How did I get there?’
Ekachai shrugged. ‘No one knows.’
Kai just stared at the doctor, forcing him to continue, to offer an explanation.
‘It seems likely that you fell while you were trekking.’
‘ Likely – that’s hardly conclusive. Maybe I was pushed, somebody mugged me.’
Again Ekachai shrugged.
‘Or maybe I fucking jumped,’ she whispered, turning away from the doctor’s concerned face.
‘The police have advertised. They