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In his past, one feels at home. We believe this is true, not only because Nabokov wrote it – we know it from our own experience. The past is an inseparable part of our Self. Every moment of our existence we are a sum of all our past moments, the result of all our past experiences. There cannot be "I am" without "I was".
Ancient Greeks believed that forgetting the past was equal to death because the loss of memory destroys one's personality and thus deprives his life of meaning. Those who have no memories are dead, as the dead have no memories. Every death naturally obliterates countless memories, but history is potentially immortal – at least recorded, at least within civilization.

As separate human beings we always strive to find a connection between our personal memories and some more generic past, i.e. we seek our place in collective memory and social history. History depends on memory and memories contain history. We enrich history with our memories – both personal and inherited memory, and history in its turn enriches us with the unachievable, otherwise superior to the individual human being, meaning of the worthy past.

Return to your home – into your past – and tell us what you see! Tell us your personal story, share an old photograph or a long forgotten document, show us your family tree or just fill out the poll! Be part of a bigger story! We need your memories, just as you do – of our memory. For to be even after when we are gone.

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