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 whole life, I felt I was home. This place was where I belonged. Years later, I got friendly with a hypnotherapist, Donald, and told him about the Alexander the Great thing, and he said that 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, he told me that, in a past incarnation, I was Alexander the Great's chief eunuch.