2013 10 07. My name is Alla.
In the 10 years leading up to this conversation, my mother, NEVER, could identify herself by her first name. If I asked her to remember her name and say it out loud, she bumped into some kind of invisible barrier, got overexcited and emotionally, in a choked voice, answered me: “I am a mother, Sasha. I am your mother!”, Each time emphasizing the word“ mother ”... That is, “knocking out” of her simple words: “My name is Alla Khmelnitskaya”, for 10 years, I have not been able to even once, in any way .
I, rightly suspecting that my mother was just crazy, decided to check whether she was healthy, whether she was aware of what was happening around her. Since, by phone, I could not do this, I asked Alla Khmelnitskaya to talk to me on Skype. After reviewing this recording, I believe that Alla Khmelnitskaya realizes what is happening around her with difficulty and somehow distorted ... But the most important thing is that she is not able to explain the goals of her actions, constantly suggesting that I myself guess about them.