The human capacity to get rid of the powerful impression caused by death is impressive. When experienced, it seems decisive, there seems to be a certainty that its vividness will never leave the memory. But then time passes, and the day comes when it is as if it had never happened, and one lives peacefully, ignoring what once seemed like a lesson. Forgetting is a gift; but only partially: remembering, sometimes, is ensuring that the past has not been in vain.