When I was fifteen I went to Macedonia on a school trip, to the site of Alexander the Great's palace. For the first time in my life I felt... I felt I was home. This was a place where I belonged. Years later, I got friendly with a hypnotherapist, Donald. I told him about the Alexander the Great thing and he said he could regress me back through my past lives. I was dubious, but I let him put me under. It turned out my instincts were absolutely correct. I had lived a past life in Macedonia. That palace was my home. Because, believe it or not EOFF, he told me, that in a previous incarnation, I was Alexander the Great's chief eunuch.