I told him yes. I would take the case of the mad couple of the Taiga. I would solve his riddle. I would say to him, at the end, many days later, when my hair was much longer, that no one ever knows why. That on some days, being out of love looks the same as being in love. But I think I took his money and the briefcase full of documents and agreed because I wanted to come back and tell him that, in the same way, just like being in love, being out of love also ends one day.
You go for nothing if you really go that far, that’s what someone said in an old song. I remember that I remembered—or might have remembered it.