When I had my first past life memories I had no idea what nationality I had.
I've been thinking that I've been English for a while, because the architecture of my memories looked English and Victorian.
Until my boyfriend said (I was 19 at the time): do you know that you talk German when you're asleep?
I didn't know.
I didn't even like the language.
But it inspired me to research some of my memories from a German point of view.
It changed the whole perspective of my memories.
Especially when I read some famous German poems I never read before,
but I already "knew" them somehow.
I still have an amazing source of German poetry somewhere inside.
I also can quote out of the blue
I can't really tell if I were good at German when I started to remember my past life.
But there was this knowing: been there, done that.
And there's one city I like to go back to, just to see if I really know my way around there.
I think it's more fun to remember a language you don't know anything about,
and when you look it up it all seems to fit.
German is too familiar here to say that this is past life evidence.
And I'm so used to German, I use it frequently, also on my job, so reading or hearing German
doesn't ring always past life bells.
Just sometimes, when I'm not thinking about my past life at all.
Then I all of a sudden think: I can't stand Bavarians!
But I don't have any trouble with Bavarians at all.
At least not in this life
Curious Girl.