| Summary: | Day in day out, for fourteen years Zazie and I analysed each other. In a word, it was not a casual affair; our relationship was intimate but placid. One might say we served time and each other meaningfully, not indifferently. She would often come to me to discuss relationship problems, psychosomatic anxieties, fits of panic, passionate and frustrating friendships, parallel existences, the dreams of lovers, archetypical associations related to her ancestors. At other times, in an excellent mood, she'd be talkative, tenderly observe my wander over her eternal good mood, that friendly and tail-wagging attitude that was basic to her nature.
Péter Forgács
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