Once upon a time, in a distant land, there lived a woman. It was a sunny afternoon and the woman had been shopping all morning. At some point she had remembered it, and then decided not to think about it, not to talk about it anymore. In the future, people might understand it but now it could be a risky.
She needed to forget it. However, it came back to her mind again and again. She went out and walked for hours trying to forget it. “I was not guilty of it; it was not my fault,” she thought. “Why did I do it?” she asked herself.
Many years afterwards, she is still under the effects of it, but now she has become accustomed to having it in her mind.
Nobody knows her secret about it. However, she does not know how long she will be able to keep it.