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Juan Gmez-Jurado

Opening my eyes, all I saw was a sea of white, I thought I had some kind of white blindness. After rubbing my eyes and blinking a half dozen times, I could tell it was an ice house, something like an igloo, but larger. Scratching my head, I tried to remember what happened, more importantly who I was. Nothing is coming to mind, not my name, how I got there; even the color of my eyes was a mystery.
Going through my pockets, trying to find some identification, I felt something hard. I fished out four dollar bills wrapped around a large black rock in my right pocket; a blue toothbrush from the other. I stood gazing at the sky colored toothbrush, begging for some recognition. Turing around, I saw a man with a full sandy beard and beaver hat staring at me.