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The reader can be forgiven for smiling sceptically when I say that I remember myself as a babe in arms. Are these real memories?

I remember my grandmother’s dining room, her enormous table and myself being held by my mother. She is standing near the heater, which warmed two rooms. From this vantage point I can observe my family sitting at the table. They appear to be discussing something very important.

This event could be the result of my imagination based on collective family memories, but I definitely and clearly remember myself in my crib, which stood in the room of my aunt Liza. The sun is streaming into the room and I stand in my crib and sway.

My daughter, Marina, used the same crib 20 years later. Judging by the furnishings of the room, I must have been very young, according to photographs – under a year.