Perhaps she died from alcohol. Maybe she was killed in the war. I haven't see her, and I've been everywhere, a dis- placed person. Horrid rumours have reached me. I didn't believe them, they were too atrocious.
Mistakes are possible.
And possibility brings hope. Even when it is no longer possible. If a friend of mine was killed, that doesn't mean that my friend actually died. Someone's friend died, yes, but not mine. I can be deeply moved, for a while, and then I forget.