One Thursday in April 2008 in Manchester, United Kingdom, Naomi Jacobs woke up in an unknown house. He was not in his single bed, he had never seen the pajamas he was wearing. "First I thought I was dreaming, it became a nightmare when I saw my face, I found a mirror under the sink and I looked at myself," he said. "It took me a brief second, but then my mouth opened in a horrified expression, as he grabbed my face and shouted: 'No! Oh, my God, my God, my God, my God ... I'm ... I'm old! '"
He saw his 32-year-old face, how old he was when he went to bed. But I did not remember it. When she woke up, Naomi Jacobs had forgotten every last detail of the last 17 years.
Then he did not know-it was all confusion and panic-but he suffered from a disorder called dissociative amnesia: an infrequent form of amnesia caused by severe stress.
Convinced of being 15 years old and living in 1992, she believed that in South Africa Nelson Mandela was still imprisoned and Apartheid was prospering, that Saddam Hussein dominated Iraq, that John Major was prime minister in his country and that Princess Diana was as splendid as ever.