The main thing is that you'll never see the woman again. Of course, sometimes you get entangled, and you suddenly have, aside from your valise, a sluggish creature who keeps demanding coffee and cigarettes. They could not take in the fact that their comrades disliked them for being Jews. My memory is my downfall. It is a sealed well that doesn't lose a drop, to use an old expression.
Nothing can deplete it.
My memory is a powerful machine that stores and constantly discharges lost years and faces. Over the years, I must admit, it has only grown stronger. My memory fills me up until I choke on a stream of daydreams. But in recent years I have learned to overcome this. A glass of cognac, for instance, separates me from my memory for a while.