Hello, I'm new there and that's my first post. Sorry for my English, but come from Poland and don't speak without mistakes and, as I have to say, my visual remembrence is just horrible and gives me little chances to see anything in the imagination. Why do I add that post? Need some help, maybe you know anyone, who fits that description. Please, it pesters me. For me, this is obvious, that my PL 'from WW II' lived in Germany, came from Bavaria and wasn't holy. He played violin, listened to the classical music and was interested in occultism. Typical SS-man, you can think. But he wasn't convincend to the ideology of Nazi-Germany. Working as a doctor, he didn't want to kill another people for the 'race'. How under-race could pose a threat for 'master race'? As long as I remember, history of WW II is my real passion. My friends and me played outdoor a lot and a play „in the war” was a necessity. My 'character' often got hurt in the leg and, in the future, killed by allies, although he didn't do anything wrong, although he 'worked' just as a spy and provided informations about Germans' plans. When I was eight or nine, mum let me to buy eight toy-soldiers (I'm a girl, although it doesn't seem that my soul fits that body. W/M, not gender. Do not mistake, please). They became my firing squad and special military unit and tortured or killed barbie dolls, which I really hated. Mp 40 smg and another machine guns quickly became my favourite weapon, although I've never kept any of them in hands – neither the dummy Just... perfect to hold it, to aim and shoot. Planes are my passion, too. Can talk about them in hours. My imaginary friend was my identical twin-sister, which I called Ola. Parents were really scared about me, when I started to talk to her. Ugh, I felt a bit embarassed, because 'both of us' was sure, that we should be born as boyes. Twins were and are my obsession. When you move or do something with your face, you can imagine, how does it look – right? Sometimes I'm able to do it and to see... somebody That's not fair-haired girl, just a boy with black... no, dark-brown hair, wearing brown coat and hat fashionable in 20's. He's at my age and growes up with me. Has accompanied my mind since childhood. No, no, I can't see him around me, he's just a part of imagination. Not schizophrenia But sometimes I can see him older. How does he look? He's twenty nine, wears Waffen-SS uniform, has short dark bron hair and, although I can't see his face, it is sure for me, that he's got long nose and blue eyes. I often tried to 'look at the mirror' in my imagination, but it's impossible. His range? Hmm, good question. An officer, this is sure, possibly Hauptsturfuehrer or Sturmbannfuehrer. Has got two 'lightnings' and squares, maybe lines, but I can't count them. A month ago, I got a bit bored and started to look for nazi marching songs. Found lyrics on wikipedia and started to sing one of them, reading lyrics. Then I turned on the player and wondered. I sang in right melody. Strange. My 'visions' have begun long time ago. First, from childhood, told me a lot about battles and now came back with a vengeance. Memories are seen in colours and, although I haven't seen pictures or photos before, one of my memories was about battle of Prochorowka. I recognized it some time later.